Happiness is a Warm Cookie
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.