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My husband got a bag of chocolate chip cookies from the Albertson’s bakery, and let me tell you about them.
Looking through the window into this cookie bag, you think, “Wow, those are some good looking chocolate chip cookies.” They are perfectly golden, they are shaped like cookies, there are obviously chips of chocolate. All indicators that you are in for a treat of classic cookie goodness.
But then you open the bag of these delightful cookies, and find that you’ve been tricked! They are not cookies at all, they are disks of cleverly disguised cookie dough. This is the work of someone who was never ever allowed to eat cookie dough raw as a child, so they put the dough in the oven for 2.57 minutes, and then declared them non-raw, and thusly edible. Who cares if the cookies must be eaten with spoon, and the only way you’re getting that cookie into milk is if you dump it into a bowl and make cookie soup out of it.
They are the cookie equivalent of ordering a steak blue. They are like barely seared ahi tuna if ahi tuna was delicious and made out of cookie dough. These cookies do not even stand up to gravity. I cannot get them out of the bag without them slumping into piles of slightly browned cookie dough. Honestly, I am in awe that the baker was able to get the cookies into the bag while maintaining a cookie shape.
Whichever trickster god slumming it with the mortals you may be, Albertson’s bakery department employee, you have officially made the softest soft cookies I have ever encountered ever.
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My husband got a bag of chocolate chip cookies from the Albertson’s bakery, and let me tell you about them.
Looking through the window into this cookie bag, you think, “Wow, those are some good looking chocolate chip cookies.” They are perfectly golden, they are shaped like cookies, there are obviously chips of chocolate. All indicators that you are in for a treat of classic cookie goodness.
But then you open the bag of these delightful cookies, and find that you’ve been tricked! They are not cookies at all, they are disks of cleverly disguised cookie dough. This is the work of someone who was never ever allowed to eat cookie dough raw as a child, so they put the dough in the oven for 2.57 minutes, and then declared them non-raw, and thusly edible. Who cares if the cookies must be eaten with spoon, and the only way you’re getting that cookie into milk is if you dump it into a bowl and make cookie soup out of it.
They are the cookie equivalent of ordering a steak blue. They are like barely seared ahi tuna if ahi tuna was delicious and made out of cookie dough. These cookies do not even stand up to gravity. I cannot get them out of the bag without them slumping into piles of slightly browned cookie dough. Honestly, I am in awe that the baker was able to get the cookies into the bag while maintaining a cookie shape.
Whichever trickster god slumming it with the mortals you may be, Albertson’s bakery department employee, you have officially made the softest soft cookies I have ever encountered ever.
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