Quotes About Cookies

Did she think ginger cookies a substitute for impassioned longings and mad, wild, glamorous adventures?

If you can't change the world with chocolate chip cookies, how can you change the world?

When I got inside, I just sort of stood there. There's nothing stranger than the smell of someone else's house. The scent goes right to your stomach. Mary's house smelled like lemon furniture polish and oatmeal cookies and logs in a fireplace. For some reason it made me want to curl up in the fetal position. I could have slept right there on their kitchen table.

They didn't speak again but sat in disbelief and wonder as the cookies, made with butter, sugar, flour, eggs, and a dollop of exasperation, slowly cooled on their tray.

In the cookie of life, friends are the chocolate chips.

If you make Josh's dumb white- chocolate cranberry cookies and not my fruitcake ones, it's over.

Christmas isn't Christmas without your white-chocolate cranberry cookies

He thinks I'm so quirky. I'm not planning on being the one to break the news to him that I'm actually not that quirky, that in fact lots of people like to stay home and bake cookies and scrapbook and hang out in libraries. Most of them are probably in their fifties, but still.

How did the holiday party go? Did your sisters like the fruitcake cookies Peter baked? Honestly, I can't stand them." Surprised, I look over at Peter, who is suddenly busy scrolling on his phone. "I thought you said your mom made them." His mom smiles a proud kind of smile. "Oh no, he did it all by himself. He was very determined." "They tasted like garbage!" Owen yells from the kitchen.

Hydrox cookies (what happened to them? They used to be so good. Sugar. No doubt they're leaving out sugar)

Smell is so powerful, you know. My grannies would both bake things like shortbreads and cookies. I think whenever I smell those kinds of things it really takes me back to my childhood.

Whenever I have even a spare second, I'm in the kitchen whipping up a batch of cookies. I make a mean batch of chocolate chippers.

I am a picky eater. By that I mean, I love to pick the raisins out of oatmeal raisin cookies, the chips out of chocolate chip cookies, the white side off of black and white cookies, and the vanilla center out of Oreos.

For baked goods where lightness is a prized attribute - almost all cakes, some cookies - it's important to start with room-temperature butter.

I am an author of Christian Fantasy. My first 7 books were Christian Romance, but I came over to the Dark Side when I heard there were cookies.

Horton, the kangaroo has sent Vlad!' Vlad? I know two Vlads. One is a cute little bunny that brings me cookies. The other is bad Vlad. Which Vlad?' Which one do you think?' Bad Vlad?' Good call.

Invite your melancholy outside for a walk. Or read it a poem. Or bake it chocolate chip cookies.

I think baking cookies is equal to Queen Victoria running an empire. There's no difference in how seriously you take the job, how seriously you approach your whole life.

The Owl & Moon would never lack for customers. If a person came in for Chocolate Bomb cookies for her daughter's birthday, while she waited to have them boxed she'd smell the paper-thin rosemary-garlic Cheese Pennies, and pick up two dozen. Then she'd ask for a taste of the gleaming slab of Chocolate Cherry Thunder fudge.

Maybe you should go home and rest," Simon told Meg. Maybe he could go home with her and they could cuddle for a while or play a game. Or she could watch a movie and pet him. "Merri Lee is helping me make some sample packages of cookies," Meg said, sounding like the only game she wanted to play right now was whack a Wolf.

Vlad stared at Simon. "Meg told the Elders they were . . ." "Bad puppies," Simon finished. "Yeah." A minute passed before Vlad said, "Why?" "They didn't say 'please' when they asked for cookies." "I don't know what to say." Simon scratched behind an ear that was now Wolf-shaped and furry. "That's okay. Meg said plenty for all of us.

The cow-shaped cookies have a beef flavoring, the turkey-shaped cookies have a poultry flavoring, and..." Jane held up one of the cookies. "Human-flavored?" Meg stifled a sigh. That would be the first thing on her feedback list: don't make people-shaped cookies. The Wolves were way too interested and all of them leaped to a logical, if disturbing, expectation about the taste.

I've always found that if your life is hurtling out of control, it's best to bake a batch of chocolate chip cookies.

a traditional Cantonese gift: a tin of imported Danish cookies.