Good Cookies

Ohhhhh the way you melt in the mouth, the sweet chocolately goodness wrapped up in a soft textured oatmealy crust. Big juicy raisins exploding with sweetness, surrounded by the essence of cinnamon and clove, flakes of lightly toasted coconut, just dense enough to satiate but not so decadent as to push things over the edge, to that place where bliss slides into shame and regret. Still warm, flooding the synapses with feel-good endorphins, creating a moment of climax above and beyond what a cookie should be capable of providing. This is bliss. This is complete ecstasy, wild abandon, the total unleashing of one's true, feral self. Untamed, savage, beastly. Beware the path to carnal abandon, clear the way between Sylvia and her fresh baked, still cooling cookies. Three strides from oven to table is all she needs to capture her prey, the prize she so lovingly created, moulded, caressed, built with her own two hands. And the help of an obscenely expensive high gloss red Kitchen Aid stand mixer. Without it, she's nothing. To this she acquiesces. All of her fantasies, her secret kingdom of kitchen dominance are tied to a 575 watt high powered blending tool of infinite magic and wisdom. Even when she spent ten long fruitless minutes kneading bread dough on the wrong setting she did not destroy the motor like the instruction manual threatened. This is a sign, she thought. She and the mixer are bonded for life, through thick and thin, highs and lows, from stir mode all the way to 8. There is no 10. For some reason it maxes out at 8, which Sylvia has come to accept, begrudgingly. Yet in the world of culinary creation they go above and beyond any numerical scale, any sort of domain or restriction imparted by the manufacturer's directions. No, Sylvia creates her own rules, her own recipes and with that goes beyond her wildest dreams. Boundless, a fully encompassing form of pleasure.The euphoric satisfaction found only in the wondrous, melt in your mouth experience of good cookies.