Cookies

It remains the purest of mysteries how something so delightful and exquisite actually exists. I feel with upmost certitude that I saw one just the other day. What’s more, the owner of the object at hand took no pains to hide this most luxurious item, not even behind more prosaic items. I am informed by relatively reliable sources that previous owners in generations gone by would hide similar items in a glass jar, much like behind the tempered glass that encases the Hope Diamond. Rightly so, since the item at hand is delicate yet precocious, and may even have more real value than the royal blue diamond, as I have also been informed that diamonds are not to be consumed - at least not without considerable gastrointestinal manifestations afterwards (something smugglers may be willing to put up with!). Nonetheless, there I saw this glorious object, wrapped with similar objects sitting on a relatively benign, beige shelf. You will appreciate my surprise when I mention that this object is savory, yet sweet; provides sustenance and satisfaction; is both soft and hard; and is a most scrumptious morsel - and there it sat, unguarded except by the most dainty plastic wrapping that a two year-old could overcome in a breech with the ease of Trajan’s army breeching a fort made of straw. There it sat, in plain view for anyone to acquire by merely handing over some cotton fibers with green ink printed on them. There it sat, ready to deliver its perfectly concocted contents. There it was - a cookie - and I could buy it and eat it!