I don’t want to raise expectations by posting something so completely thoughtful and profound on the first day that it sets an impossible standard for every subsequent thought. So let’s just say cookies are good.
As a category, cookies are good, but there is a great range among holiday cookies. On one end there are old lady cookies, those deadly dry butter cookies that need to be soaked for an hour in coffee or tea before they become edible. Along with the old-lady genre, there are cookies with mystery goo, inexplicably tasteless cookies and oddly-hard wafer-things that resemble cookies, all of which somehow fool me the first time around.
The best kind of holiday cookies? The ones you’d dig into the trash for if nobody was looking.