Me say: Better? Than cookie? That is scientifically impossible.
Today, me want to talk about something very hard. Something that make me fur itchy and tummy rumbly.
Friend was right. (Don't tell friend me said that.) Warm cookie fall apart in me mouth like delicious crumbly cloud. It was not just cookie. It was experience .
Posted by Cookie Monster on Wednesday, 11:47 AM
You see, yesterday, me make cookies. Chocolate chip. Me favorite kind (don't tell oatmeal raisin, but oatmeal raisin is just a cookie in disguise ). When they come out of oven? Oh boy. Warm. Gooey. Chips all melty.
Cookie say: Eat me.
But me friend say: No, Cookie. Let them cool. They taste better.
— Cookie Monster (Currently wearing powdered sugar as cologne) If you see me eating a carrot? No you didn't. That was a green cookie. Very rare.
Me brain say: EAT NOW.
And... gulp .
So me do. Me NOM. Me MUNCH. Me CRUNCH.
Me hand say: Pick it up.
Don't eat raw dough. (Stomachache.) Don't eat cookies so hot they burn tongue. (Also ouch.) And if someone say "wait," maybe listen. Then when you finally eat? You eat like KING.
Hello, friends. It is me, Cookie Monster. You know, blue guy. Round eyes. Slightly furry. Very passionate about baked goods.
Me brain say: They cool enough.