I’ve had this Winter Sweater Cookie for a few months now. It’s pressed between two sheets of Waxed Paper in a large manilla envelope. Every so often I take it out and force people to look at it, then write down how it made them feel.

I think the green icing tastes like mint not like a frog or a traffic light. I don’t know for sure. I don’t know the snow man’s name, but I never asked.

Also, I lied: I’ve actually had this cookie for a few years now. I can’t get to sleep without knowing where it is. I would never eat it in front of anyone. Just like Veal.


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Chris Weagel writes about the intersection of technology and parenting for Wired Magazine. No he doesn’t. He can’t stand that shit.

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