Oh chocolate chip cookie, I waited about an hour for you. I sat at the oven door watching you puff up and cook. You were so temping even when you were raw. I had to resist not taking a bite out of you when I pulled you out of the Oven. I set you on the table and took in a deep breath. Your smell was warm and comforting. I marveled at your chips, all gooey and brown. Then I took you.