Christmas cookies can't help but be retro - they are memory first, sugar-flour-egg-redhot-gumdrop-sparkle reality second.
I'm very lucky because I love fruit and to this day, that has saved me because I'd much rather have fruit than cookies.
Which reminds me of a fortune cookie: you often find your destiny on the path you take to avoid it.
FORTUNECOOKINT of the Week: The paper this fortune is printed on contains more nutrients than the cookie it came in.
A lot of producers cookie cut movies one after another, but I'll be a little more careful, and have the opportunity to be, because I have the acting career to subsidize the producing.
Cookie Fleck: How many years ago did he poke me?
Cookie Fleck: Don't worry Gerry, I know where I'm at. But that was fun.
The problem with Fate is that its own purpose is often hidden in the path of the journeyed, whether they realized it or not.
Well, someone slap my butt and give me a hero cookie. (Nick)
She smells better," Claire said. "And she made me cookies.
Words fashioned with somewhat over precise diction are like shapes turned out by a cookie cutter.
Whenever I have even a spare second, I'm in the kitchen whipping up a batch of cookies. I make a mean batch of chocolate chippers.
Aside from the obvious chocolate cookies and ice cream, chocolate can be used in a variety of ways for desserts.
I was really freaked out when I heard that Cookie Monster was going to be changed to Veggie Monster, but that turned out to be a lie.
Thought for the day: Twitter...140 character limit...must be a great tool for fortune cookie writers...
Nothing is more effective than sincere, accurate praise, and nothing is more lame than a cookie-cutter compliment.
I usually travel with a posse. I roll deep. I travel like a rapper, but without the artillery. We don't carry guns, we carry cookies.
Cookie Fleck: Did somebody put something down here so I would trip?
The Vice-Presidency is sort of like the last cookie on the plate. Everybody insists he won't take it, but somebody always does.
I liked his attention. But I also felt like there was something sick and wrong about it. Like it might make me sick later. I thought of my grandmother, my father's mother. How when I used to visit her in Georgia she would always let me eat all the co...
If he didn't get his cookie, then Harte would reacquaint himself with his hand.
