They're like Percocet without the c-section.
You don't eat these in one sitting or even a day - actually you don't eat them at all because my vehicle was messier than yours - I nibbled, paused, tried to analyze the flavors. I didn't know cookies could taste like this.
Maybe she anticipated the questions that would follow my euphoria; Tanya sent lavendar sugar, rose sugar, bourbon vanilla.
Clearly, you don't bake bliss with ordinary ingredients.
Maybe the prizes next year will be different. But they could be the same. I have (barely) enough dignity not to trash my van so I can win the Second Annual Messy Car Contest.