We all start to crack

John and I had cookies for dinner last night. And I don’t mean we had cookies after dinner last night. We had cookies for dinner. And I don’t mean we had cookies and stew and steamed vegetables. We had just cookies.

Now in our defense, they were deceptively healthy-looking homemade cookies. They were oatmeal, raisin, pepita, and molasses cookies. A rich brown, lumpy, very healthy-looking cookie. But still full of butter and sugar.

We probably ate about half a cup of sugar apiece. That’s what happens when you make the cookies yourself – you know what’s in them, and can’t pretend otherwise. Miraculously, I had all the ingredients on hand (except I substituted pepitas for walnuts).

Cookies for dinner is the kind of thing that happens when you’re stuck at home for weeks and weeks. We’ve all been so good. We haven’t gone anywhere, done anything. I mean, you can only be so good for so long!