I love Quack's. I eat a cookie whenever I come in here. There have been three phases of my life when eating a big ol' cookie everyday was normal:
1) EARLY CHILDHOOD. How the hell else to shut up a loquacious gifted child? Put a cookie in her mouth. You might be in store for an extended explanation on why said child hates nuts in cookies, but she does understand how to chew and swallow.
2) LADYCOLLEGE. Back when there were ten more pounds of Mo to love, I was hitting daily cookies and packing a serious ass and gut. I think the Ladycollege put out rich sweets on the daily to cope with the latent sexual frustration experienced by 90+% of the undergraduate population. If I were just eating salty turkey slices and Tomato Broccoli Bake and not chasing it with a full serving of Mud Pie or Peanut Butter Chocolate Squares while trying to complete my Baccalaureatum in Artibus in the presence of all those horny, repressed women, I'd have gone nuts. I think this was more counseling service's doing than dining services.
3) RIGHT NOW. I'm chewing a delicious cookie right now. The in-laws haven't left, I haven't gotten any in days, and my creativity and writing is in the shitter, so fuck it. I'm having a ginger crinkle, ass and gut be damned.
I did notice that I'm back in my lower pants size when I tried on uninspiring but affordable clothings at the Ancient Seafaring Branch of the Military yesterday, after eating a tortilla-less bird salad at the Bird.
I started working on the 10th Reunion at the Ladycollege planning today, and Corday, if you're reading this, I'm tapping you to do signs. I think you've got the geisty gift I'm looking for.
Posted by Zerd at July 11, 2007 03:20 PM