The timer goes off, and I open the oven.
There's just one cookie on the baking sheet, but it's a big one.
It's bigger than a dinner plate. And it has chocolate chips the size of quarters, ready to melt in my mouth.
It's cool out, so I put the sheet on the window ledge to cool.
Milk. I'm going to need milk.
I hop on my motorcycle and head to the store, pick up a quart of milk, and rush back.
The cookie's still there, waiting.
I can't eat it. It's too... perfect.
I drink the milk and sigh.