A return
birthday gift for Zehn contained a box of Chunkie, and it said chocolate chip
cookies. I hid it before she could lay her eyes on it.
Since a kid, I
had fantasised about chocolate chip cookies, thanks to the books penned by Enid
Blyton. Dunking them in milk was supposed to be the ultimate feast for the
Famous Five kids. Since then, my hunt for the cookies started.
The coffee
chains, the 5 star hotels, the various bakeries... I tried them all, but they
never matched my expectations.
Until I opened
a Chunkie... Crunchy on the outside, crumbling as my teeth dug into the baked
dough, and then the exquisite taste of melted chocolate chips mingled with the
aroma of butter...all in one bite.
Sweet heavens,
my imagination began to finally see the cookie in technicolour. Thank you Good
Day, for making a cookie that feeds the palate, the soul and the imagination...
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