Here is an ACTUAL conversation I had soon after the cookie blog went live, as closely as I can remember it.
Setting: Alison and I are talking on the phone and simultaneously surfing the web, looking for a good place to meet for lunch…
Alison: That cookie looks like the ones we got in Virginia Highlands at that bakery, remember?
Me: OH! YES! IT KINDA DOES! I bet that’s where I got it. When was that?
Alsion: …Last year. Last year at right about this time.
Alison: Nope It was right before Susan’s birthday, and we went to YEAH! BURGER and then we took the walk and found the baker—
Me: GAHHHHHH I did not eat a year old cookie! A year old cookie would have MOLDED or at least started smelling like a buttered corpse. I would be DEAD OF IT right now if it was that old. Also, realistically, knowing ME, don’t you think I would have found it and eaten it already? Cookies that good do not survive unmolested for a year that close to me. I FIND them. I EAT them.
Alison: When was the last time you looked in your glove compartment?
Me: I do not know, but not a YEAR. Not if there was A COOKIE in there.
Alison: I’m just saying, it looks like those cookies.
Me: Shut up. I do not hear you on this topic. LUNCH! What about Alon’s—they have a good lamb sandwich?
Alison: *clicks to the website* Yes, they do. Okay, let’s go there. HEY! LOOK! On the splash page—is THAT your cookie?
*I back up to the splash page, and see… THE COOKIE! IT IS THE COOKIE!*
Me: YES! THAT IS HIM! Oh, thank GOD! It wasn’t a year old. I got that cookie at Alon’s when I picked up the party trays for my housewarming. *crowing in triumph* HA! THAT COOKIE WAS THREE MONTHS OLD, TOPS!
In retrospect, this is not all that heartening.