The cookie.

We are in a cookie rut. Well, we were. You see, ANM and his mother have this weird fixation with which of them makes the better chocolate chip cookies when they use the same exact recipe. There is no difference between the cookies when they don't alter their original recipe (ANM's mother occasionally goes all health-freaky and refuses to put the yolks of the eggs in the cookies; can it possibly make that much of a difference? Don't answer that question if you're going to say "yes" because <rant> I believe that if you're going to be all freaked out about the irrevocable damage that cookies are doing to your innards, you should be eating some form of dessert tofu and leaving cookies to the rest of us </rant>. But that could just be me.). Anyway. Since ANM is so proud of his chocolate chip cookies, they are basically the only form of cookie we have eaten for roughly three years. This has been hard on someone like me, whose first word was actually "cookie."

However. We have recently discovered the Reeses peanut butter chip. This chip, combined with the chocolate chip in ANM's holy and sacred cookie, transforms an otherwise delicious but somehow tiresome cookie into a delectable treat. In fact, tonight I was the one to make the cookies. They're in the oven even now, filling our nighttime house with that sweet cookie smell.

Losing post-partum weight? Why?

p.s. I love your cookies, ANM.

p.p.s. I did not, though, mix the dry ingredients separately as you instructed. I don't think the cookies have suffered. (But because you read this before eating one, you will insist that they are subpar. Ya te conozco, mi amor.)