When you’re on a diet, everything smells like cookies. Except the guy beside me on the subway. He smelled like sardines. Delicious sardines.
My diet is suspended during the holidays, and my mom and I made our annual trip to Stew Leonard’s, the giant dairy/grocery store/petting zoo/happy place. I like having animatronics serenading me while I shop, in spite of what must have been five seconds of thought going into naming Cindy Celery and Larry Lettuce.
If you spend 100 bucks, you earn a free frozen yogurt at Stew’s outdoor stand. Our big bill earned us two yogurts. I like keeping my metabolism on its toes.
A scoop of cookie dough is apparently “New York’s hottest item”. You’re losing your fastball, New York.
