I had the insane need to bake cookies yesterday.
I started baking at 11:30pm, and finished at 1:00am.
You'd think nothing good would come out of baking at that time.
But you're wrong.
It was good, real good.
The Snickerdoodles were mind-blowing.
Perhaps they're even the best cookies I've baked to date.
They had that crackled crust from the dusting of sugar and cinnamon on top.
They were chewy.
They were moist.
They were perfect, well, even more than perfect with that tall glass of fresh skim milk.*
My cousin described it as the cookies you'd put out for Santa the evening before Christmas.
Then she was like, no, they're Santa's babies.
It was 1:00am, that explained everything.
