Now here's a topic I can appreciate: cookies. *big grin*
You ask for my favorite kind? I think it's easier to tell you the one kind I don't like.
I don't like peanut butter cookies. Everything else is fair game and in large part responsible for making me swell up to 215 pounds at my largest.
So there. Put that in your oven and bake it. At 375 degrees for 12-14 minutes or until it's golden brown around the edges. Then remove it to a wire rack to cool. And then put frosting and sprinkles on top.
Mmmmmm...now I want cookies.
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I like cookies, too. However, brownies are my downfall. Every. Single. Time. *sigh*
Yep. My spare tire is attributed almost entirely to the cookie, well not cookie as in 1 cookie, obviously, but to the collective cookie and my overindulgence in said cookie collection.
I like cookies well enough, but I can't blame them entirely for the extra love around my middle. I can find plenty of foods and a passive (rather than "passing"--I wear them, but not for the purpose for which they were intended) acquaintance with my workout shoes and clothes to share the blame.
Cookies are best with ice cream, hence 210, 211, 212, 213 ....(referring to myself here).
Oh talk about cookies! I can eat a whole dozen of sugar cookies without taking a breath, then wonder why my pants are to tight. HeeHee!
Hummm I am thinking MAYBE eating cookies is something I should consider :-)
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