Cooooooookies.

[cadhla]

Tomorrow is double-training day at work. I'm stressed, I'm cranky, I'm having a really bad period, and you know what that means...cookies. Yes, cookies. When I'm this irritable, I either a) call Mars (who is in Wisconsin), b) write poetry (which is next on the list) or c) bake cookies. Assloads of cookies. Metric assloads of cookies. When I

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[batyatoon]

You know, I wondered why I felt inspired to make butterscotch cookies instead of chocolate mousse for the party at my parents' this evening.

This explains it.

We should bake together sometime.

[azurelunatic]

Raven is one of the few. Raven appreciates french fries like mad. And peanut butter. And raisins. And pizza. (And roadkill, but I just won't go there.)

[guyelfkin]

Now, of course, I want a stack of your cookies, a new Diana Wynne Jones book and a big old comfy chair....

And it's all your fault... well *mostly* at a any rate.

Teddy

[cadhla]

Next time I come to visit, I'll make cookies.

[guyelfkin]

Remind me to fall to my knees and worship at your feet.

Teddy

[veilofire]

yumm Butter cookies -- with a pot of tea.
And a book.
And the cat.
And the couch.
Oh, and throw in a thunderstorm and I am one happy camper.

Sugar cookies with sparkly sprinkles work well too.

ps: do they ship well ???

[icewinddragon]

Well, it is nice to know that at least some of us know how to deal with stress constructively. Quite reassuring.

Pax vobiscum

IcewindDragon