I have to apologize a lot. These cookies help me ask for forgiveness.
Perspective by Jaime Lewis
April 29, 2024 at 9:51 a.m. EDT
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Last week, frozen cookie dough saved me from myself.
It all started when the new neighbor across the street backed a U-Haul truck up to his house, walked a ping-pong table down the ramp and left it on his front lawn. He is a college student, and if you live in a college town, you understand that a ping-pong table on a front lawn is not just a ping-pong table. It is a beer pong table.