Last night, my wife made a batch of oatmeal raisin cookies. She made them for her boss, because today is his birthday, and he loves oatmeal raisin cookies. As a result, I had to watch her make these amazingly delicious cookies and not eat any of them since she was going to give them all to him. Is there a note of jealousy in my written voice? You bet. I love my wife, and I love cookies, so it's a foregone conclusion that I love my wife's cookies.
So what's a guy to do when he can't eat fresh cookies, yet the house is filled with the aroma of oatmeal raisin madness? Well, he (or in this case, me) grabs a spoon and a jar of Trader Joe's Cookie Butter. Dangerous stuff. Cookies in a jar.