Fickle Fork of Fate

She Knows Me So Well

Cathy returned from California yesterday. Amongst the various and sundry items acquired during her travels was a box of cookies she knew I'd love, even though I'd never seen or heard of them before:

I'm sure someone will be along in due time and tell me that this means "cookie of deliciousness" in French or something, but until then, let's all enjoy my incredibly juvenile ass-cookies.

 

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Langue de chat

Well, based on my formal study of Latin and years and years singing in all sorts of foreign languages, none more difficult or loathed than French, and without my standard Babelfish research to back me up, I think that "langue de chat" means "tongue of cat." And I think you could also go much, much further with the word "couque" and the visual aspects of said cookies.
Gaymont.

…With a fudge core.

…With a fudge core.  Beautiful.  

...and skid marks along the top!

Mmm... tasty skid marks along the tops. I bet they smell good too. Don't make any cracks about these!

Clearly...

...I have to stop putting the good jokes in the alt attribute title tags.
 

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