I love cookies. Absolutely love cookies. Until last week, I didn't think that there could be any such thing as a bad cookie.
Little did I know.
It was one of those days where I just needed a little something sweet to give me a push in the right direction. It wasn't the kind of day where I needed to wallow in a bathtub of sugar. Just a day where something sweet would be nice.
Months back, I had made a mental promise to myself. That promise was that if I was going to indulge in sugary goodness, I at least was going to make that sugary goodness myself. In doing so, at least I would feel like I wasn't getting all the nasty chemicals and such that ready-made goodies contain.
For some strange reason, I had ended up with a box of Betty Crocker's Super Moist Party Rainbow Chip cake mix in my pantry.
For some strange reason, my mind went back to about a hundred years ago ...
