Well, I do. This pink lemonade version has taken my favorite winter cookie and morphed it right into summer where it belongs. It’s pink and cute and ridiculously tasty. Those are all fantastic reasons to eat a cookie!

Another reason to eat a pink lemonade cookie? Lemon is a summer flavor. In fact, as you’re reading this, I’m at the beach with my buddy getting some girl time. And you can bet your patootie that we’ll be getting some fresh-squeezed lemonade on the boardwalk!

I didn’t grow up near the beach, so it’s still a wonder to me. Nope, I grew up in landlocked Indianapolis, where the closest thing to a beach is Lake Michigan. The first time I stepped foot on the Eastern Shore and onto the boardwalk, I was transported to a whole world I’d never even known about. It was nothing short of magical.

Let’s not even get into the fact that they deep-fry everything on the boardwalk, from Oreos to Reese’s peanut butter cups. Let’s not even talk about the soft-serve, or big pretzels, or popcorn, or fudge, that is literally every two steps. Heck, I’m not even going to talk about the smell of Thrasher’s fries permeating the air as people stroll around with buckets and take in the scenery.

The point is, the beach smells like food. Delicious food. And salt air. And sunscreen. It’s like every amazing summer smell is packed into one area, and everyone is pretty much in swimsuits and flip-flops. In the evenings, people put on light breezy outfits and hit the bars or restaurants. We’re all at a party together and even though nobody knows anybody else a lot of the time, the air is friendly and happy. Except for parking issues, nobody seems to get that upset at the beach.

Every summer, I log in a fair amount of beach time. The beach always seems to be the place where the world ends and forever begins. All that water, stretching out past the horizon. But don’t go that far in because there are sharks everywhere this year. I love swimming, but not sharks. So I’ll get my beach time, and if I have to swim? #swimmingpool

These cookies are beyond addictive, so let that be fair warning. If you’ve never had a snowball, they’re light and fluffy, based in powdered sugar. That makes the dough crumbly and melt-in-your-mouth amazing. The problem is, it’s way too easy to shove several into your mouth and not share with anyone else.

Snowballs might be a winter thing, but that’s all changed now. Pink lemonade is a summer delight, and so is the beach. Now, so are snowballs. Get your inner beach bum out and cookie it up!