Uh-Oh.

I don’t know why I didn’t see this coming, but it’s too late now.  It’s “game over,” folks. I am defenseless when it comes to cookies, especially the soft, chewy ones that go so well with a good cup of coffee. You know what I mean--look outside at the cold, sideways rain, and tell me that it doesn’t make you want to find a good warm cookie and stare out the window.

So here’s my problem.  It’s Nat.

I was doing just fine until Mrs. C started teaching her a few tricks with baking. Now, I'm doomed. 

She’s an outstanding cookie maker. Not just good, but more like, best-molasses-cookie-I’ve-ever-had-in-my-lifetime cookie maker. 

Sorry Mom...she wins.  Starbucks, you know I’m there for you, but I’ll take one of Nat’s cookies over yours any day.  Mrs. C, you have created a protégé here and I most sincerely thank you. 

And now, friends, you know my problem. I worked very hard to lose a lot of weight last year--almost 50 pounds--but when I see Nat’s cookies come out of the oven, I don’t even care. A warm, soft, molasses cookie made by Nat pairs well with several things:

    a) A glass of milk

    b) A cup of coffee

    c) Another molasses cookie

      d) All of the above!
My only chance at keeping the weight off: limited production.