Oh, happy day.
I bit into a most delectably dense, chewy cookie, with layers of texture and an explosion of ginger flavor in my mouth, sweet sugar crystals cracking under my teeth, so squishy soft and perfect. When I reached the center of the cookie, a core which hinted at a formerly molten state, softened ever so slightly with a bit of the gelato.
On the way home, a deer attacked me with an expression which I can only describe as rabid. I suspect that this was not related to the cookie, but given that I had just gorged myself on lamb, trotting down the street in flight was less than enjoyable. I didn’t realize that a population of savage deer had moved in during my absence. Where’s a restrictive covenant when you need one?