Dear Miss Jayne,
Your cookies need a home, which I can provide. If given the chance, I will lovingly dunk them in milk, nibble them, lick my fingers with delight, and smile with glee at their ooey, gooey and/or molasses-y goodness. I will allow them to live on my hips for a lifetime. Once on my hips, they'll be joined by other friends in time, as well as re-introduced to their pastry cousins and long-lost baked friends. Even their crumbs will be hoovered by adoring chickens and turned into delicious food for our household and friends. Not a molecule will be wasted.
I won't even share them, for my boyfriend is training for a marathon and has forsaken all treats. In fact, there are no treats in my household anymore. Have pity on a 34-year old woman without chocolate.
Sincerely,
jenn.