Thank God everybody is back in the office so I can have fodder for my blogger. At our favorite lunchtime haunt, the maitre d’ brought around freshly baked cookies still stuck to the baking tray. My eyes must have bulged because he said I could have more than one. “Oh no. I couldn’t. One is plenty, thank you.” (ESP transmission: GIVE ME MORE! MORE, I SAY!!! A GIRL’S GOT TO LIVE!) A few minutes later he delivers a gift bag filled to the brim with hot, steaming chocolate chip paradise covered in powdered sugar —yes, yes, yes!!!!— and says, “Happy New Year! It’s my pleasure.”
Butter my butt and call me a biscuit, the pleasure is all mine!