Cookie In the Morning

Not a Friday (and certainly not a Cookie Friday), but this morning I ate two bite-sized cookies with my coffee. They were good!

Growing up, if my mom made a dessert during the school week—usually a cake—we would eat the cake, cold from the pan left on the counter overnight. (The pan was covered with plastic wrap because I did not grow up feral.) My mother was happy to justify this early hour indulgence and hypoglycemic spike. “It’s like eating a pastry,” she would say.

Had cookies this morning.

Just like eating a pastry.

Have a nice day.