Cookies, Cookies
Yum, Yum, Yum
Cookies, Cookies
In My Tum

This is the little impromptu ditty I sang whilst returning from Trader Joe’s (a grocery store I frequent for gluten free provisions). Why was I so excited about cookies? I had discovered a new gluten free item at my local T.J.’s: Gluten Free Peanut Butter Cookie Dough. Hot diggity dog, they are just like toll house slice and bake! Well, except for the fact that you get 12 measly cookies for $3.79. But, who cares about the price, I was stoked that I did not have to slave in the kitchen utilizing 26 types of flours in order to enjoy a tasty treat.

With great anticipation I fired up our (neglected) oven and popped in these peanut butter perfections. To up the “yum factor” even higher, I squashed a few mini Reese’s peanut butter cups and dark chocolate chips in some of the cookies. Dude, I was excited…

The cookies smelled wonderful as they cooled on the counter. Like a “real” peanut butter cookie. I tentatively took a bite and it was pure heaven. Quickly finishing the first cookie, I started on a second. I must have blacked out for a few minutes because I suddenly realized I had eaten four cookies.

Four cookies is no big deal, right?

This is where my story turns bad. Calorie counters please turn away from the screen. What I am about to share is truly dreadful. While still chewing cookie number four, I casually reached for the empty cookie carton and glanced at the nutritional information. I was speechless.

One Small Cookie = 200 calories and 12 grams of fat

Even more shocking was that In less than five minutes I had consumed 800 calories and 48 grams of fat. Oh. My. God.

Not knowing what to do (it was too late to spit out cookie number four) and feeling my clothes get tighter as I stood there, I bagged up the remaining cookies and froze them. Maybe I could eat just half of one cookie at a time?

That’s just wrong on so many levels!  Curse you Trader Joe’s for listening to my gluten free requests, but making it calorically inedible.

Ah, the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat. All in a matter of minutes.