pasta boy! show yourself!

wednesday, 6:45pm. joi wants cookies. thanks to her continual voicing of this opinion, so do i. situation untenable. typically, we would sit and whine and starve.

enter the pasta boy, in his cookie boy ensemble complete with cape (he needs it to get halfway across the u.s. in a millisecond to ensure virtually instant gratification for both hungry damsels). in a glistening blur of activity, he drives to the grocery store in the dark, collects necessary ingredients, preheats, greases, measures, mixes -- geez, i'm getting rather exhausted just thinking about it -- bakes, allows to cool properly on wire racks, and delivers said deliciousness. did i mention he has special powers regarding the space time continuum or something? but as i close my eyes and bite into warm, golden, chewy cookie bliss, my only thought is gratitude...