The very best would have to be homemade chocolate chip cookies, the Toll House recipe, of course, with ice cold milk in a tall plastic cup. Tonight, though, I just don't have the strength to bake, so I have to wing it.
Chips Ahoy cookies are the exact opposite of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies, but sometimes a girl has to do what a girl has to do, and tonight is one of those times. I have the little snack packets of cookies, so (hopefully) I'll eat only one pack with four cookies inside.
I'm not a dipper. I never understood the concept of dunking a perfectly grand cookie into a perfectly flawless glass of milk. The whole idea is to make the magic happen when the two collide on the palate, not when the cookie melts and crumbles into a cup of dairy liquid. That just ruins an otherwise dandy cup of milk and trashes a once-edible cookie. Dunking, for me, is just bad form.
I inhale the Chips Ahoy without hesitation, and the milk isn't far behind. Truly, very little in the world better is than this. Now, if there were just a way to prevent Chips Ahoy from becoming Hips OhBoy, I think I'd really be onto something.
