Lemme see that cookie dough lemme lemme see that cookie dough. That’s how it goes, right?! In my mind, anyway 🙂 Because cookie dough is where it’s AT people. I may have a cookie dough problem. It’s fine, I can admit it. The first step is acknowledgement.
True story: I loathed anything jelly/jam related until I was in college. Then, one groggy morning after a night of er… college indulgence, I found myself brunching at a local diner with a packet of jam in my hand and a slice of toast in the other. I put the thinnest, nearly nonexistent layer across my toast. It snowballed.
Merry Christmas, everyone! Ok, so what?! I’m a day late, don’t be such a grinch. I made Jaryd run down the delivery man to check his truck for a package. Not just any package. It was THE package. The package that would make or break Christmas. The package that is all my kid’s been talking about for the last month.
Yeah you read that right. MacarOOns. You know, those coconutty chewy yummies that make you feel like you’re eating an Almond Joy. Not those fancy French macarOns that are like beautifully colored mini hamburgers. If you’re confused, see the above picture to know what I’m talking about.