Do you ever have a day that just begs for a snickerdoodle? Well let me apologize in advance if, by reading this, your brain has suddenly exclaimed "ooh I haven't had a snickerdoodle in like... ages!" Because I have just doomed you to at least a solid hour of frustration. Didn't you read the title? I warned you and I wash my hands of this.
Let me say this: Do not, under any circumstances, ever crave a snickerdoodle. because disappointment is hiding around the corner right now my friend. Snickerdoodles are not a commonly available snack. I know, I know... Don't tell me that they can be "baked". I did not have a craving for a chore, I had a craving for a cookie. The point is that They can not be bought! (Even for fistfulls of cash!)
Ask yourself this: Where does one buy a snickerdoodle at 9:00 on a Saturday night? Nowhere, that's where. Now let me make myself abundantly clear- I'm not talking about a pre-packaged hard as a rock shabbydoodle that lurks behind the prozac cookies on isle 7 at Albertsons. That is not a snickerdoodle. That is a little stone sham wrapped in cellophane. I'm talking about a chewy cinnamon covered golden brown delight that has been baked just long enough for the edges to get a little crusty. Yes yes I know... You're thinking about diplomatic ways to tell me that I have a problem. That's fine. I'm not denying it. I'm just saying that it wouldn't be a problem if I had a tasty cookie in my hand right now.
I am a man with needs, and those needs are round, flat, and dusted with cinnamon. Is it too much to ask for a really hot woman to show up at my door right now with a plate of warm cookies? I mean, really! (Yeah, ok I threw in the hot woman. I figure, meh, if you're going to shoot for the moon...)
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