This is the story of the cookies that came home after the cows – based very loosely on the outdated idiom “until the cows come home”. I’m not a farmer, and I don’t play one on TV, but I am left to assume that it takes cows a very long time to come home. Possibly even longer than an unedited version of a Martin Scorsese film!
For my roommate’s birthday last week, I wanted to surprise her with her most favorite desert. And of course that culinary confection just so happens to be one of the few baked goods that takes upwards of 12 hours to complete. The things we do for love.