Today I discovered Cookie Butter.

Life will never be the same.

The “dapper” gingerbread men, demonstrating the stages of inebriation (from left to right):

1. Uncertainty - Do I like this booze? It burns…
2. Apathy - Meh. It’s ok. Guess I’ll just keep drinking.
3. Mirth - I’m sooooo buzzed!
4. Regret - wtfjusthappened! Why are my buttons gone?? I can’t feel my face!

(mass produced cookies of odd-glazing courtesy of Trader Joe’s)

Sometimes I like them soft. Sometimes firm. Sometimes soaked…in rum.

It’s very mood-dependent.