The Oatmeal Cookie ProblemI have oats, and eggs, and flour and sugar. I have raisins and walnuts and various spices and leavening, tucked away on shelves and in cupboards. I have butter, two sticks worth, which are stubborn and refuse to soften in the cold clime of the kitchen, even with the help of the puttering radiator. I have ways of fixing that, though; I should make oatmeal cookies.
The problem with oatmeal cookies, however, is that they somewhat trump any other food that might be laying around. I mean, why would anyone eat anything else if they've got a big tub of oatmeal cookies? The problem is compounded by the very cold, for I know (at least for myself) that I would not stop eating oatmeal cookies until I had had far too many oatmeal cookies, indeed. But even that would likely not keep me, for there would still be oatmeal cookies to eat, and it would still be very cold.
I should make some oatmeal cookies.
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