I am not as strong as I seem. Or would like to be. Today is the fateful day where I crossed the line between at least pretending that I have a reason to bake cookies and baking cookies because I am missing my boyfriend and want to sit and eat something sweet and feel sorry for myself. I've made it 20 days, with 55 to go, so I guess it's not a horrible record. Regardless, I made some pretty killer snickerdoodles, and figured the least I could do was to share them with you all.
Dunk them in a glass of vanilla almond milk and enjoy!