Sometimes I think the thing to do is open a cookie store.  I don’t have any formal business or culinary training, but somehow I don’t think it matters.  It’d be like a doughnut shop, only with cookies.  I’d have a dozen different kinds that are made each day, with a few seasonal ones that change.  Like pumpkin spice and apple cider walnut.  I’d call the place Cookies and Milk.  There’d be a little stage for open mic night and literary readings.  Every Halloween I would throw a huge party and give out goodie bags.  It wouldn’t make me rich, but it would be a living.  And it would be my place.

Sometimes I think that’d be the thing to do.  Because everyone likes cookies.