The Only Good Cookie


Morgan came home from school to me taking chocolate chip cookies out of the oven. BIG chocolate chip cookies. I didn’t really mean to make them that big, but what good is a little cookie anyway? The only good cookie is a big cookie.

I’m getting ready for two guests to the studio tomorrow. Today, I baked Cocount-Oatmeal Rum Pie (with Walnuts), Soft Ginger-Raisin Cookies, an apple pie, and chocolate chip cookies. I hope they’re big eaters!

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Posted by Suzanne McMinn on May 23, 2012  

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  1. 5-23

    —-Since I am on a “diet” I’ll just have 2 cookies please. ;)

  2. 5-23

    Since I am clinically obese I’ll only have six of those cookies please.

    Can I get those seven cookies with strong black coffee, please?

    When I’m visiting later this year I’ll happily take some cookies out to the stock for you. Those ten cookies will be more than enough I think.

    Since I don’t want to catch you out in August, why not send those twenty cookies by Express Mail and I’ll freeze them for later?

    Did I mention that I like chocolate chip cookies?

    Did you practice on that truck today?

  3. 5-23

    Yum!! Got room for one more? I am a good eater. And LOVE big chocolate chip cookies. Y’all have fun!

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