Those Yummy Round Things

I've realized over the past week my enormous negligence in a particular matter. Unfortunately, I am fairly certain that no amount of too-late appreciation will make up for my failure, but one can try.

So I know this person who makes these round things. They are generally tanish in color, with darker outcroppings scattered here and there. You're supposed to eat them, and any common-sense person who's ever had the privilege of doing so knows it is an experience worth remembering and looking forward to.

This person I know is a good cook, particularly when it comes to making sweet and fattening things. I was generously given two containers packed with these yummy round things for my NC-MT journey. I didn't eat many on my way, but discovered my mistake upon my arrival. All of the round things were excellent, but some had attained the highest possible state known to cookydom, nearing perfection in every way. They were not overbaked, the most important qualification. The proportion of chocolate chips to cookie was perfect, a delicate balance skillfully attained. Nor were they sickiningly sweet, so that you'd have to stop after only three or four. No, you can just keep on eating, and eating...

Unfortunately, the containers of cookies sit near my bed, and when I'm reading in the evenings they call to me, and more find their way into my stomach than is good for me. But it's worth it, believe me. 'Anything for the cookie.'

Did I mention that the aforementioned person is my wonderful sister?