This morning has been excellent. I woke up to the bright sun reaching through our dorm room blinds, promising that it had driven away the cold and drifting mist from yesterday. Finally, I have a new cell phone – that’s a three-week saga that must be told at some point. Carolina’s basketball team lost last night, and I care not a whit, which makes me happier than most anyone else on campus. And, my stomach felt just fine despite my having ingested vast quantities of sugar last night.
Best of all, I had cookies and milk for breakfast.
Grandma L.’s sugar cookies are out of this world. Seriously, they’re better than any I’ve ever tasted before in my life. Better than the kind you buy from a bakery or make from a Pillsbury tin. And this is after they were shipped across the country. I was more than happy to set aside my usual, sensible granola breakfast and use my cereal bowl to hold milk for dipping the cookies.
The insanely delicious cookies, an alarming number of which I snarfed down yesterday afternoon and evening, came along with other Valentine’s candy, the best of which was an enormous bag of Peanut Butter M&Ms. My grandparents know me well.
I had never tried Peanut Butter M&Ms before. They are good. The peanut butter inside is smooth and soft, and the M&Ms themselves are about the size of Peanut M&Ms. I can’t decide whether the crunch of a real peanut or the soft smoothness of the peanut butter is preferable. I think M&M should make a mixed bag with both Peanut M&Ms and Peanut Butter M&Ms. And then give me some of the profits for thinking up the brilliant idea. Yeah.
Anyway, that was my Valentine’s Day breakfast: heart-shaped, frosted sugar cookies dipped in milk and accompanied by Peanut Butter M&Ms. I should get back to homework. Midterms and papers start in earnest next week. Oh goodie gumdrops.
Happy Chocoholic’s Day, guys!
[This post is made possible in part by support from My Awesome Grandparents Inc.]