Diana started it. My cousin’s wife.
She posted a picture of thick bumpy wholesome-looking oatmeal chocolate chip cookies and said, You ever have one of those days when you just want cookies for breakfast? Rolled oats makes them almost the same thing as oatmeal, right?
I told her it does–and that my daughter had made a batch of dough of exactly that that was sitting in our freezer and after looking at hers, now I was trying hard to avoid its calling to me, all the louder because I knew I could make, y’know, just three, one for each of us here. It would be almost guilt-free.
Knowing there was homemade chocolate mixed in did not help in that resistance.
A few hours later I gave Diana an update: yes I had, I’d made three cookies and then dashed off to a doctor appointment.
When I got home there was a second cookie sheet on the counter next to mine. With some clearly missing.
