In all truth, I’m not that obsessed with cookies. While I do have a fine appreciation for the small confection, I am able to experience joy even in the absence of cookies.
Yes, really.
I’ve applied some mild pressure to my contacts in New York City to take me out for cookies (when, in actuality, I am more excited about spending time with friends—the cookie is merely a decoy). One friend has extended a grand promise about
[t]he best [chocolate chip] walnut cookie in the city. Plus then there’s cupcakes, cannolis, tiramisu, danishes, donuts, bagels, must I go on? I know for you though, it all end [sic] and begins with cookies.
Fellow residents have made reference to my fondness of cookies in residency-wide e-mails:
Feedback and opinions, like chocolate chip cookies, are always welcome, throughout the year.
The chair of the department recently remarked that I need not worry about competing with him for cookies during meetings.
“I don’t really like cookies, anyway,” he nonchalantly remarked.
I personally find that to be a character flaw.
You can imagine my delight upon learning about The Cookie Guy: The Most Irresistible Bachelor.
(For what it is worth, I can resist him easily. I don’t find him cute. I also expect cookies to have deeper voices (yeah, I know…). I am also not drawn to his body habitus. Maybe I’m too picky.)
18 Sep 2007 |
Skylar: Maybe we could go out for coffee sometime?
Will: Great, or maybe we could go somewhere and just eat a bunch of caramels.
Skylar: What?
Will: When you think about it, it’s just as arbitrary as drinking coffee.
That little exchange always cracks me up. :)
Comment by RJS | 18 Sep 2007 @ 10:17pm
People always look at me funny when I suggest getting together for a cup of tea, like I just got off a ship from the British Isles and am about to burst into a bracing round of “God Save the Queen!” cheerio, pip pip!
Cookies are good, but go straight to the waist. :( That was the problem with working desktop support - everybody has cookies or other goodies at their desk, and they’re always offering you some. If you don’t think about it, it’s very easy to end up each day getting half of your calories from really bad places.
Comment by InThane | 18 Sep 2007 @ 10:33pm
The eligible bachelor would start to smell after a few months. And what if you accidentally took a big bite out of him? Also, given that you’re a real cookie connoisseur, do people ever get intimidated while giving you cookies? (Oh boy, I hope she likes them, I mean, I like them … but will she?)
Comment by yaser | 18 Sep 2007 @ 10:56pm
By the way–I’m on the Atkins diet now. You like pork rinds too, right?
Comment by Justin Slotman | 19 Sep 2007 @ 4:20am
Methinks she protesteth too much…
Comment by Greg P | 19 Sep 2007 @ 5:59am
i love that you annotated so very carefully that quotation from your friend.
also, i will refrain from saying that i too do not find cookies /that/ impressive. it may be that i am merely waiting for the right cookie to come along.
Comment by fathima | 23 Sep 2007 @ 9:24pm
also, the Bachelor has a wart of sizable proportions on his forehead.
Comment by fathima | 23 Sep 2007 @ 9:25pm