Quoted message said:You know the methodology for making cookies by now.
Yeah. Find a large bowl while eating a combination of nuts and chips.
Scoop in a cup of white sugar and the 3 tbsp of brown sugar you had
left over. Grab another fistful of choconutty goodness. Unwrap a stick
of Country Crock and drop it in. Dig around the cupboard for vanilla.
Grab an extra large handful of nuts and chips for the search. You just
bought some a couple months ago. Where the hell is it? Maybe if you
have more chips and nuts you'll remember. The protein and sugar will
wake up that brain cell. Okay, find the vanilla later. Where could you
have put it?
You've got 1 3/4 cups of flour, okay. No baking soda. Oh, wait, in the
fridge! Dig behind the pickle jars holding nothing but brine, the
tupperware encasing the cauliflour that's gone bad but you don't want
to deal with so it's in semi-cryonic state. You're having trouble
breathing because you're eating and leaning over at the same time.
There's the little baking soda box! Give it a look, a whiff. It has
been in there for over a year, but how bad could it be? You only need
less than a tsp....
Salt. Check. Still no vanilla. How about honey? How bad could it be,
it's honey!
Break out the fork, start pressing it into the margarine. It's too
hard, might as well watch some football and wait for it to warm up.
Don't forget the chips and nuts. Slow down eating, try and only grab a
few at a time as they're starting to thin out a bit. Wow, what a game.
You're starting to get a little whacked out from the sugar and fat. A
cup of espresso would cut the clutter. Jump up during a commercial,
pack some grinds, hit the switch, water the plants, look out the
window, wonder what the temp is like and what there is to do, pour a
double and slam half of it down on the way back to the couch. Ahhh!
Start back up with your snack, suck down the rest of the espresso.
You're starting to get a little annoyed, a small crease is forming on
the bridge of your nose, there's a slightly acrid sensation in your
sinuses.
You get up. That feels good. Turn off the tv, put on some live Bad
Brains, start rocking out. Screw the cookies, it's Sunday, I'll do it
later. Shove the bowl to the back of the fridge, put on the Sidi's,
open the door and wait with your bike for the elevator.
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