Insurance Cookies

I’ve been swearing off sweets but last night was an exception. I can be a bit, er, demanding (to put it lightly) when dropping off Torch for my Ironman tune-up. Last year, I brought them homemade brownies as a peace offering. This year? After dropping off Torch with a laundry list of (mostly needless) things to do to him, I went home and started baking. (The guys at B&L were able to convince me that it was ridiculous to take off 2 perfectly good $100 tubulars and replace them for fear of not being able to get them off on race day. Solution? Pocket knife!) I realize I get a little weird during my taper. Today, when I went to pick up Torch, I delievered, much to their delight, two batches of chocolate chip cookies! I received many hugs. I call them my Ironman Insurance cookies! And, yes, I succumbed and ate a few last night. It would have been bad luck not to, right?

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Insurance Cookies