In the Name of Journalism
Posted by Moose on June 28th, 2006. Filed under: San Francisco, Uncategorized.I spent my lunch hour hoofing to three separate cookie stores for eight different kinds of cookie. I aspire to be the San Francisco cookie expert, revered for my insight into the cookie trade and lauded for my discerning palate. These things require extensive research. Such worthy goals don’t happen overnight. Unlike that senior thesis I did on 17th Century Women’s Lit.
Today’s plan dragged me to the Ferry Building to visit Miette, Scharffen Berger and Boulettes Larder, where I had every intention of taking just one small bite of each cookie, two at the most, before merrily tossing it out. It should surprise no one that this plan was both ill-conceived and ill-fated.
Now I just feel ill.
Note to self: Don’t eat eight cookies in a row. Just don’t do it. Note to self, part II: Thesis papers on 17th Century Women’s Lit do, in fact, take longer than 12 hours. Remember this should anyone be so foolish as to allow you into their masters’ program.
That said, you should go enter the cookie contest. By clicking here. Now. Go. What did I just tell you? I can see you not entering. So click that link before I have to jump through your screen, snatch away your carrots, and wave my half-eaten cookies in your face.
