This could be the closest thing to a chocolate chip cookie.
It is its large adorable cousin.
I can’t get enough of it. I always want more. Even when I’m done. I still want more.
I was craving this thing for months but had no will to get up and make it, yet I’ve been so vocal with my cravings lately. I had to express somewhere and bear the consequences. (Read the replies)
Apart from what is going around in Lebanon, we try to stay calm and away from stress. I know I can’t do anything, but knowing of people fighting over silly issues is just absurd. Can’t we fight over what dressing goes with which salad or what frosting is best with a certain cupcake? I don’t recall any wars started over wanting to add ketchup to Italian pasta (Seriously though, don’t add ketchup.)
I try to take my mind off the tragic news because it would only make me upset. And when I’m upset, I tend to eat. Who am I kidding? Emotions for me are a reason to eat.
