It’s my own fault, really…
In the midst of this cookie fuss Dan’s boyfriend, Terry, decided to share one of his cookie recipes with me while daring me to guess the secret ingredient. I didn’t think much of it, since he promised it wasn’t laced with pot, so I took a bite. The cookie wasn’t good. It had a familiar, sorta unpleasant flavor. But another bite turned on the light bulb as I realized that the cookie tasted exactly like what the house smelled like when my mom would cook gross BACON in the morning. Surely someone wouldn’t put BACON in a cookie, right!? Well five minutes ago, when I walked into Brad and Dan’s office finally hoping to confirm what the secret ingredient is, Dan asked “Did you eat one?” I replied with a yes, and then he asked “Oh no, are you a vegetarian!?” Again, I confirmed, and Brad and Dan burst into laughter.
I haven’t eaten meat for about 12 years and I just broke my run with a gingerbread cookie made with bacon fat?! Ew. But whatever. I probably needed the protein.