This morning I decided to take a brake from the craziness that was this week and just bake some good old chocolate chip cookies.
I have been so paranoid about gaining the freshman 15 (or sophomore 16, I guess?) since coming to college that I barely ever make gratuitous desserts like I am known to do from time to time at home. So far, I have avoided the extra poundage (Can I get a what what?!), but I guess sometimes you can take the girl out of the bakery, but you can’t take the bakery out of the girl.
And let me just clarify something real quick– Earlier, when I said “bake some good old chocolate chip cookies,” I hope you all know that that really means “make some good old chocolate chip cookie dough and eat it all. By myself.”