Cookies are something I have a weakness for. Many moons ago, when I was entered into the Miss Chinatown beauty contest, I was about 10 pounds heavier than I wanted to be, so I went on a 5-day-liquids-only fast. On day 4 of this fast, a friend left a pear in my sight and I felt like Eve beholding the forbidden fruit. I held the pear in my hands as if it was a new-born baby. I brought it up to my nose and inhaled its intoxicating, heady “pearfume”. I was playing with fire! Before I knew it, I brought this devil fruit to my lips and almost sunk my teeth into its flesh….then I came to my senses. Close call! When I made it to the end of the five days, can you guess how I broke this fast? Not with a delicious juicy pear, no, it was with a Chip Ahoy cookie, and then another, and then another, until I had polished off several. It was not the proudest moment of my life. And neither was the actual pageant, but I will save that for another post.