Actually, it’s cookies on my mind today. I never had much of a sweet tooth at all — I usually wouldn’t eat dessert and found most cakes grossly sweet. Now, though, I can go through half a package of cookies a day. It’s startling.
Maybe I’m pregnant again!
*The title, by the way, is from an old folk song (Michael Spiro, I think?) that runs, in part, “Music, sex, and cookies, cookies, music, and sex / You can give them to me all or one at a time / I don’t care which one I get next time.” The punch line, after a long story, is “Well, two out of three ain’t bad.”