The Key to My Heart is Giant Cookie Shaped

The click clacking of clavas from down the hall sends me right back to middle school band practice.

Grape season is over, but now we enter the clementine season which is arguably better because they are easier to transport and a pleasant citrusy odor is left on your hands to comfort you throughout the afternoon.

I really really really really really really really want one of those giant luxury cookies. Something along the lines of this.

Then I would sit in the middle of the mall, preferably fountain adjacent, and go to town. It would also amuse me to think that passerbys would think to themselves, "She does not look like a Little Slugger," and possibly accuse me in their mind of stealing a young child's gigantic cookie.