Addictions 4 - Lofthouse Frosted Sugar Cookies

Bless my soul, I have died and gone to heaven.

If I could live on these cookies alone, I would be in a constant state of euphoria....and 400 pounds.

I can't even adequately put into words my love for these cookies. Flaky soft, over-the-top sugary sweet, super sprinkley, just the right amount of lard-loaded frosting and the whole thing sticks to the top of your mouth like peanut butter. Pure infatuation!

I don't ever buy these for this very reason. I will eat the whole package in about 3 hours and that's if I keep under control and pace myself.

This is the word "cookie" exemplified. As you may have noticed, I have a very hungry and debilitating sweet tooth so I share with you a little poem:

Sugars, carbs, and proteins

Are what I need today,

So don't give me no green beans--

I don't need those to play.

'Cause vitamins are good for me

But right now, I need power;

I think that we can all agree

It's junk I must devour.

The best thing I can nibble, though

(A tip for all you rookies)

Is made with love and fat and dough--

That's right, I must eat cookies.

Thanks to Poems About Food