Just so we’re clear, this recipe yields one cookie. One. But it’s a doozy!
Last night, I sent Kenny to the grocery store for supplies, and I asked him to buy me a giant cookie so I could lug it to work the next day. Sometimes, lunch is a giant cookie.
Imagine my disappointment when he came home without it. The store had none, so he gave me a bag of Snickers minis instead. I was grateful and all, but I really wanted that giant cookie. A chocolate chip one, to be exact. Well, you know what they say. If you want something done right, be prepared to stay up all night to get it done. No wonder I’m cranky.