The coward two-step.
1. say something awful that you expect would be lauded by your pliable peers.
2. come back ten minutes later and, in a panic, protect your tweets.
(this tweet is dedicated to @johnbrougher)
Congratulations to @nancyCBr. Your question was chosen for tonight's Ask Greg.
@nancyCBr Which celebrity death, recent or past,, impacted you the most?
Is there a cookie that instantly takes you back to someone special? Spill the crumbs—I want to know what sweet treats live in your memory.
I’ll go first. My parents? Total cookie lovers. . We always had a stash of Pinwheels (those chocolate-covered marshmallow beauties), old-school iced oatmeal cookies, and those ridiculously fun frosted animal cookies that made snack time feel like a party. It was such a treat for us kids to have cookies.
And when the cookie jar ran dry? No problem. I’d play mad kitchen scientist—mixing margarine (yes, the fake butter), sugar, and a little flour until I had a makeshift cookie dough. Desperate times, delicious measures.
Your turn. What cookie takes you there?
