cookies

Sure, there were treats: my mom’s chocolate chip cookies on Friday nights, Chips Ahoy stashed in the pantry, those era-defining SnackWell’s packets in their austere green boxes.

It was called The Batter Bowl and it had exactly one product: chocolate chip cookies, made from a recipe my mom had gradually adapted from the back of a Nestlé bittersweet chocolate chip bag.

Unlike “Jay and Pamela,” the audience watches “My 600-Lb Life” and sees the main disabled stereotype writ large: people sitting at home eating cookies and living off people’s hard-earned tax dollars.

And this lady — usually it’s a lady — gives you a little cup of literally the best-tasting, scalding-hot tea you’ve ever had in your life along with this little plate of almond cookies.

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