When I'm feeling a little cranky, moody or just want to treat myself, I stop at my favorite store, named Target and go directly to the cookie isle. There I search frantically for Pepperidge Farm Bordeaux cookies. As soon as I am in my car, the foil lined bag gets torn open and rows of delicate, light buttery cookies get eaten quickly like a big old bag of potato chips, one after another, until the little paper liner is left with just a few crunchy crumbs. The crumbs then get lifted and tilted into my mouth. Like I said, this only happens when I'm a little cranky, moody or just want to treat myself. Don't judge.
 





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