For the last 10 years, whenever the hankering for something sweet struck, I always turned to to the trusty chocolate chip cookie. It never let me down. Dough version, warm baked version, big version, small version, all versions were spectacular.
This week I made some chocolate chip cookies. A massive batch. If I do say so myself, they looked perfect. And then I gave them all away.
Yesterday at work, I decided that all I really wanted in life was Muddy Buddies (or Puppy Chow depending on where in the country you grew up). So, last night I made a massive bowl. I also slapped Jason's hand when he went in for a snack. I'll willingly give away all my cookies, but don't you dare try to touch my Muddy Buddies.
I came to a horrifying realization. My taste buds are devolving. I mean, Muddy Buddies are a step down from chocolate chip cookies on the food maturity scale, right? What's next, green beans? Because if I stop liking the only vegetable I enjoy, I am in serious trouble.
I am so ashamed.