Cookies The New Classics Novels & Stories

The woman’s offer almost made my mouth drool, their cookies’ smell hit my nostrils from outside the shop, and having smelled them up close, they just seemed to tingle a sense of want in me, I nodded biting my bottom lip to prevent my smile from widening. “Take a seat dear” the woman smiled at my reaction, amusement filling her expression. “And here’s some hot chocolate to warm your insides as well” the old man said softly, he put a white mug filled with hot chocolate and marshmallows as the old woman brought a white plate with three hand sized cookies, these were the largest cookies that I’ve ever seen, the ones in the palace were small ones and I was never allowed to have more than one or o

‘They should rename their whole corporation Satan's-Army’ I think to myself and then chuckle at my own joke. The shelves of the store are littered with wrapping paper, red and green bows and everything, I mean everything, is themed with either santa or snowman. My annoyance grows as I go to grab a pack of oreos, which are now only available with red or green centers. Forget it! I’ll wait until January to quench my oreo craving; I’m not going to encourage these companies. I head to the refrigerated foods, only to find the premade sugar cookies are now only available in the shape of a snowman. “Craving cookies?” comes a familiar voice.

Glorious, sweet, carby salvation. A whole row of stuff caught my eye. — A half-open pack of butter cookies — Chocolate chip biscuits in a fancy gold tin — Strawberry cream wafers — Digestives (not exciting but reliable) — And then… jackpot. Peanut butter biscuits. One of my favorites. The kind that crumbled perfectly, tasted like heaven, and had just enough salty-sweet kick to go with my creamy coffee. I grabbed a pack without hesitation and closed the fridge. I carried my bounty over to the counter and perched on one of the stools, sipping my coffee like I had my life together, even though my soul was still doing somersaults of confusion.

Lindsay told Viktor. “If you are going to bake, can I request the chocolate chip peanut butter oatmeal cookies you make? Those are good,” Little Bob said. “Oh, those are good. Those, and the coconut cookies that she makes. Those might be my favorite,” Big Bob said to Little Bob. “And as you can tell, I have done that before,” Lindsay told Viktor. “If you can find a reason to stop by her house on a day when her husband is making pizza from scratch, do it. It is the best I have ever had,” Big Bob told everyone just as Madison walked in.

Ellie asked. I shrug, “Flavorless pudding that wasn’t mixed well so it is a little gritty and you put the tip of your tongue to a mint at the end.” Ellie giggles. Hesitantly, she asks, “Can we try the cheesecake?” I nod. We each take a bite. “That’s why this place is famous,” Ellie says. “Now it all makes sense. You were trying something new when the classic is where it is at,” I tease.

I swat his ass with my tea-towel, as he squeezes himself between me and the counter. "Sure boss." He chuckles and darts to the back to get himself ready. With the coffees in one hand and a small plate of new pastries we are trying in the other, I walk over to Eamon and Cloé. "Here you go. We are also trying out some new things for our winter menu, let me know what you think of it." I smile politely and hand out the double espresso to Eamon and the Chai latte to Cloé. "Thanks Nikki!" Eamon beams and stuffs his face with one of the frosted muffins inspired by the Frozen movie.

In any case, I thank whatever deities are out there for the extra time. “You shouldn’t bet your money on either of that.” I tease her weakly, pulling her back towards our table inside the café. “That’s fine, I have nothing to lose. Oh, wait…I want another one of those giant cookies from the bar—” Raya pulls him back towards the bar but the girl at the counter shrugs. “Sorry, hun, we’re sold out. Told you they disappear quickly.” “Oh my, that’s…impressive.” “We get them only twice a week so people stock up.”

Now, he is going to opt for masters but which stream is still a big question. The table at the left corner near the window having a natural wooden polish on a round table with benches were booked for us. They order their regular churros, nachos, potato cheese croquettes, Matt special cookies, and Shirley temples which is a sweet blend of classic maraschino cherries and lemon-lime soda with a special touch of Matt which is top secret. And after taking one sip they knew why it tastes so different and is their favourite of all times which is sweet, sour and a bit spicy just like them.

He quickly jotted down what Clarissa had asked him before he forgot. "Why do you take a note? This isn't a cafe." Clarissa grumbled. "I don’t wanna make mistake. Now what else?" Keep calm, Adimasta talked his words one by one. “Bring me cookies. Chocolate and cheese flavor," said Clarissa. "Okay. Anything else?" Adimasta looked at Clarissa. The right hand holds the cellphone, the left hand raises the glasses. Handsome. Clarissa couldn't deny it. Adimasta was handsome and attractive.

“Let’s go before she drags us there by force.” We end up at a little neon-lit shop on the corner, sticky floors and rainbow sprinkles everywhere. Kenzie orders something violently pink with gummy worms sticking out. Claire gets mint chocolate chip, Aaron orders plain vanilla—of course he does—and I go for cookies and cream, which immediately wins me “coolest grown-up” status with Kenzie.