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| - I avoid going home to my parents place to avoid making pitstops to this bakery, because somehow every time I go I end up buying 2+ pounds of cookies. TWO FREAKING POUNDS of cookies that I devour in the car in a guilt-driven frenzy. I live downtown, and I have made the trek to this place on the public transit like a peasant to feast on these cookies.The lovely staff in this tiny shop always tells me how to store my cookies, in a sealed container blahblah but I always just smile and nod and try not to admit that the cookies cannot possibly go stale if I don't even wait for them to last overnight.
My favourite is the caramelt, which must be made from butter, brown sugary goodness, feathers of angels and some cocaine, because it's that good. In fact, all the cookies are pretty freaking good here, except the all chocolate one, which is a little too sweet.
I made the mistake of buying some for my relatives this past holidays when we visited and it spoiled all the kids' dinners - whatever, I'm the coolest aunt/cousin/relative now so ha.
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