Well, this is embarrassing.
I totally did not gourmet. I don’t even think I managed to ghetto.
I swear I was thinking about steak and tiramisu the whole time.
And I ate that cookie dough right out of the fridge just like I was reenacting my own private 9 1/2 Weeks. Shut up, it’s not weird to feel sexy when you’re all alone with a tube of cookie dough while thinking about another dessert.