So I have been waiting to eat some good food, all I want is some gushy, good, cookies. Right out of the oven. The oven beeps, I rush down the stairs. My dog starts barking at me, I missed the last few stairs. It was loud. Scurrying to the oven, pulling the handle like it’s a game of tug-o-war. The feeling of victory washes over me as I smell the mouth watering chocolate, and dough. Gently, as not to disturb the peace, I place them on the counter… All you can hear is the sound of a metal scraping against metal, and then a small groan. Food cravings= diminished.