the (light and crisp) monkey on my back
2003-09-29
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I have a monkey on my back. That monkey's name is Maurice Lennell. Shannon, Leo, Leo's little sister and I went to Chicago this weekend to meet up with our sister's. We had an appointment at a bridal salon at 10 am, but Schwest, Shannon and I got their early. There was an overpowering smell of butter and sugar in the air. It was coming from a cookie factory which was next to the bridal salon (suspicious, isn't it. Having a cookie factory next to a bridal salon...). We had time to kill, so we decided to investigate. There were freshly baked cookies on a conveyor belt in the window. It reminded me of those "tours" that appeared through Picture Picture on Mr. Rogers. There was a sign next to the window that said Open, so we went in. Right in front of the door was a big basket of chocolate chip cookies. I rationalized that I might never again be in a cookie factory, so I had one. Once I walked past that display, I realized that there were brimming buckets of cookies EVERYWHERE. Please keep in mind that I was on a strict low fat NO CARBS diet up until Friday evening.... I lost it. I had one or maybe even two of every kind of cookie in there. And there were hundreds of kinds. I thought the most interesting flavor was banana with chocolate covered peanuts (but the banana flavor was really fake) so maybe I can make something better. But I digress. We were talking about the quantity of calories that I consumed this weekend. The cookies were so light and crisp. They were everything I've ever wanted in a bakery cookie. Home made cookies should be dense and chewy. They're good like that. But cookies made in a factory should be crisp and delicate. These were gone in two bites with nothing but their sweet, sweet memory to linger on. I ate so many free samples that I felt guilty So I bought an assortment. After we looked at bridesmaid's dresses, I told Leo's 12 year old sister that she should go. I told her that I wasn't going back, but she should go. I got lonely after 20 seconds alone in the parking lot so I went back in. And I once again ate my weight in cookies. Schwest opened her box of cookies when she got home. So I had some more. Then I had them again for breakfast. We even had some in the car on the drive back. I gained 4 pounds this weekend. Thank GOD that Maurice Lennell is in Illinois. Because if I had to fight the battle between my waist and his delicious cookies on a regular basis, I'd be in trouble. BTW, Schwest - I was serious when I asked that you buy the 6 pound box of broken cookies and bring it to my bachelorette party. I need one more weekend tryst with Maurice before I enter matrimony.
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