There is one kind of cookie that I really like though - but because it is British, it's not a cookie, it's a biscuit. They are called Hobnobs and they are these crunchy, oat-y biscuits of deliciousness. One of my favourite things about them is they come in a tube, not a box. For some reason, this speaks to me.
On my first grocery shop (remember, the 4
Here's the thing. I have invited some girls over next Monday for tea after our playgroup (yeah, I said tea - when I said coffee, all 3 of them said, 'we don't drink coffee', so I had to say, 'oh, I meant tea!!' even though I really meant coffee...), so I had to buy some cookies to give them. To those of you who might bake cookies for when you have guests, I have to tell you I'm a terrible baker. Matthew won't even eat the cookies I make. :( So I bought some more cookies - a 3 pack this time because I thought they were 3 different kinds of Hobnobs. Turns out, I need to learn to read a bit better because the packaging clearly indicates they are, in fact, just 3 different kinds of biscuits.
So, Matthew has enrolled himself in the Hobnob Challenge: Can he make it to Monday without eating all three tubes of cookies? Only time will tell...