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While eating cookies, I thought to myself, what if I stop eating cookies? Will I survive? Probably not!
To you, it’s just a biscuit. To me, it is the transition ritual of my day, proof that my lunch went down
well and the late afternoon snack that proves that I don’t need dinner.
Cookies are the ‘pick me up’ during the afternoon slump. The painkiller when I’m stressed, while
brainstorming, and the friend who says ‘well done’ after a hard day.
Cookies comfort, refresh, ignite ideas and spark joy all at the same time.
The sad source of inconsistent and partial toothache, and sometimes the expeller of ‘my would have
been flat tummy’, cookies have always been my go-to comfort food since my script writing ‘all night
vigils’ at university, through the long walks a.k.a trekking on hot and sweaty afternoons during my
youth service, and the beautiful memories of ‘Okin’ biscuit as a child.
Oh, glorious biscuit, whatever shall I do with thee? Shall I give thee up for apples, or exchange thee
for fruit salad?
In the legendary words of Lawrence Oyor ‘I can never turn back o, it’s already too late o, where am
I going to? I’ve already come too far…”
Maybe for you it’s Eba, pap, Garri, cake or a bottle of Coca-Cola, what’s the number one comfort food you need to cut down on?
Cheers!
