Sunday, November 15, 2009

Jonesing for a Cookie

So, the other day i was thinking about some treatage. I have always been a fan of muffins and i think my momma makes some of the best nanner bread in the world. So, after some deliberation and a trip to whole foods i was on the hint for some sweeties but nothing was tickling the facny... until i saw the cookie section. This was strange because i NEVER jones for a cookie, unbeknownst to myself as to why. Either way i took a chance and bought an oatmeal carob raisin cookie. OMG, how have i never been jumping all over these my entire life?!?! This one was warm too which was even bettah!!!!! Im not gonna lie, i may have not been able to hold off for the entire two miles back to my house. There was a red light and screw you for juding me.
It was then i knew why i never really crave a cookie. I believe that sweets and treats are no longer something special. There was once a time when the family getting in the car and going out to ice cream was a total special thing. This made the ice cream something special as it didnt happen all the time, coincidently the company was pretty much awesome.
Now, when you walk through the grocery store you see mountains of cookies and gallon ice cream by the gallon (its late and my gift of gab is fading a bit). The reason i never really crave sweets, i believe, is that i grew up on them. They are almost the norm, but rest assured that after you realize how special a cookie is from whole foods.... you totally will crave one every now and again!
Yes, this was immature and a little ramble-sive... but I wanted to let you guys know what was going on in the life of Panclayke for a couple days while he is gone. See, im gonna stretch my funny bones and perform at an open mic night at the Ft. Lauderdale improv on tuesday. Needless to say this is a big deal and there will not be a lot of time where i will not have my nose buried in my notebook pondering over what flavor soup is the funniest. Not only that, but there is a prize of a chicken dinner! which i plan to donate to a needy family via the Daily Bread Food Bank . Nervous, oh yeah. Hopefully my humor can transer to those NOT in the blog-world. I will let you all know how it goes and will give you a full report the milli-sec im back to reality (whoops, there goes gravity)

Well, ladies and gentleman there you have it. Tune in next time for an update of the Turkey... and the prize for the open mic night (im the turkey, get it?). Until then, this is PanClayke reminding you that a cookie is just a pancake to a midget.


  1. Guess what? I don't ever crave cookies either. When I was eating disordered, somehow that was all I craved all day though, because they were "forbidden"...goes to show, how much we CAN trust our cravings and bodies.

  2. Oh the wonders of midget pancakes.

    Love the blog.

    Good Luck at your open mic night! :)

  3. That is a mighty fine cookie.

    I agree with you on the treat thing. Also, for me, who I'm with has a big impact. If I walked down to Wendy's and got that orgasmic looking Oreo Frosty, I doubt I'd even like it. But if I went with a group of friends, say, on the way to a movie, I'd probably savor every last drop.

    Best of luck on open mic night! Your posts always make me laugh--I bet you're downright hysterical in person.

  4. lol I get what you mean, when you just keep certain things for a special treat it makes them taste so much better and you appreciate them a lot more!

    Cookie looks good :-)