Since moving here, I think I have made cookies over a dozen times. Note that I have only lived here for about two months. I have made quite a variety: chocolate chip, double chocolate chocolate chip, Pumpkin chocolate chip, Snickerdoodles, Brownie Cookies. Not to mention, that if I don't feel like making cookies, I'll make a cake or some brownies, or eat some Oreos.
I was making them so much, that when Richard and I went to Costco, we bought me a 10 pound bag of chocolate chips. Granted, sometimes I make them to take to the mother's group, or to share with Jessie and Ryan when they visit. But, most of the time, I eat them myself. The cookie monster in me is coming out.
So, does anyone want some cookies? I'll send you some just to get them out of my kitchen. Chances are, the moment I crave chocolate, I'll make another batch. And believe it or not, it only takes one cookie to satisfy that craving, but if they are sitting on my counter, I'll eat them, and it is making me sick.
Solution: Stop making cookies. If only it was that easy.
But then again, I think this picture just motivated me to stop.
Posted by Diana at 9:36 PM