I made chocolate chip cookies to sell at my work, and today I found one in my purse. Surprise! I have a freshly made, Four Barrel chocolate milk that I am savoring at my tree trunk bench table. I broke off a portion of my cookie and dropped it into my cup. It has been ten minutes. It has been ten minutes and my cookie has barely softened. It is whole, and sitting there, stewing, still dry at the top. I can't help but feel that this cookie I made, this refuse to get soggy, refuse to crumble cookie, is me.