Recently I had a "get to know you" coffee with a potential freelance client. This woman and I had chatted about our shared love of macaroons from Miette, an incredible French bakery at the Ferry Building, so we met there and got a cookie to nibble with our hot drinks.
The macaroon was delicious, and I had to force myself to eat it politely, in small bites instead of one big gulp. I was about to gleefully confess this to my new acquaintance when she said, "The one cookie is perfect! It's all I need for the whole day!"
No wonder she's so damn skinny, I thought.
She's also a very nice, smart woman, and I wanted her to like me, so I kept my mouth shut. I hope we can work together, but it was clear at that moment that we hold very different views about cookies and almost certainly about the bigger Dessert category.
My preferred minimum cookie unit of measure is the dozen, or even better the sleeve, like I was taught as a Girl Scout. Who needs customers? I ate my way to that cookie badge.
Frequently (okay, usually) there is cookie dough in my freezer. It's a family thing. My mom always does, too, "for my nephew." Of course, she also always has chocolate frosting in there, too. Give me credit for having some restraint.
If I'm down, or up, or just in the middle, chocolate chip cookies always cheer me up. Premenstrual? Forget it, Chief knows to just put the cookies on the table and leave the room.
Last night Cheapgirl was over for girl talk and TV. Since she's "company" I actually baked the cookies, but in general I'm happy to eat the the dough raw. It's faster. Hey, I'm not the only one! It's a very popular ice cream flavor!
Some people would only make a couple of cookies, but I put a full dozen in the oven, knowing a) that I could "take care" of leftovers quite easily and b) there probably wouldn't be any leftovers, because Cheapgirl is awesome. Also, we share similar math/counting philosophies.
You can guess how many cookies are around today.