Kiera and I met for lunch at Chipotle today. And since The Running Shop is right next door, Kiera mandated a stop on our way out. She had stopped by before lunch, and wanted to show me the two shimmels she was purchasing. (Yeah, I had no clue that was called a shimmel. I always called 'em bra tanks. My favorite kind of clothing!) As most of you are already aware, Kiera is one fanTAStic baker, and she usually drops off some goodies at the shop when she's in the 'hood. Today was no exception. Jason was complaining that the butter in the cookies made them too rich for him to eat too many, so I offered to take one off his hands :) My one condition? I had to blog about it. And this is why you folks are getting two (!) posts in one day.
Jason, does that qualify?
Perhaps a photograph of whippet-thin Jason would illustrate how crazy he is to be worried about a few extra grams of saturated fat. I'm pretty sure you can see each rib.
My, those were good cookies though.
Blogging about it means you don't have to count those calories ;)
I just gained 5 pounds from reading your blog - thanks a lot.
Thank you for being true to your word.
The cookies were delicious as usual, Kiera. In fact, I think they actually helped me in my workout yesterday. I closed in 62 on my last 400 and offer no explanation other than I consumed a rich, buttery chocolate chip cookie a mere three hours prior.
Cookies....yummy!
I am not sure if too much butter is ever a possibility for me. Butter makes things taste good. How kind of you to take one off his hands.