So I've been craving No Bake Cookies for a few weeks now. My parents went out of town so I had the whole house to myself last night, so I decided to finally break down and make some delicious No Bake Cookies.
I could just taste the gooey, chocolaty, scrumptious morsels as I poured in all the ingredients and started up the stove. I stirred with my mouth watering for some sugar. The recipe I had said to boil it for THREE minutes. I thought to myself "Self, that's a really, really long time to make this stuff boil, but who are we to judge. It HAS been a while since you made these cookies. Maybe it really is three minutes." Part of me wanted to question that but I decided "What harm could it do to boil it for three minutes?"
By the time I dumped the chocolate mixture in with the oats it was an airy, bubbly mass that had made this weird mucus at the bottom of the pot. I was certain my task had failed but I had to see it through to the end.
It looked all right at first, and I thought "Hey, maybe I didn't fail after all."
Then I started scooping it out onto the tin foil. Yeah. It was cooling and beginning to take on a very crumbly, dry, nasty texture. I tasted it. It tasted decent and I was still trying to satisfy a craving, so I decided to eat one with a cup of milk to damp down the dryness. As I was doing so the thought occurred to me:
If I'm going to get fat on cookies it had better be a dang good cookie.
So I took the dried up cookies, all that wasted sugar, and dumped it in the garbage. It was a sad ending to my story but I decided that my body would thank me for it later.
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