I’m not a cookie person, or even a sweets person in general. I don’t crave chocolate, I don’t order sugary, fruity drinks. But PUT A GINGERBREAD MAN IN FRONT OF ME AND HE WILL BE CONSUMED AND DIE IMMEDIATELY. I like to eat the legs first to keep him from getting away, and as a lesson to the other gingerbread men who might be watching to demonstrate that escape is impossible.
Do you have any idea how much self-control it took to bring this cookie up to my desk so I could put it down and photograph it for this blog post? Do you have. ANY. Idea.