Outdoing the cookie monster

I just ate four giant, warm gooey chocolate chip cookies. I'm feeling a little sick, but it was worth it.

My recent baking binge was brought on by about four things:
1. I was supposed to bring cookies to a baby shower I attended Saturday, and buying a tub of Nestles cookie dough was cheaper than one-dozen pre-made cookies;
2. Living alone doesn't offer the checks and balances that roommate does against chocolate cravings;
3. The oven takes the chill off my apartment — and is an alternative to propane, which I have gone from regulating to not being able to afford at all;
4. Cookies go well with pre-flood history research, which I'm doing for a top-secret project.

So I had two cookies after a very late lunch, and two for dinner later. Because living alone also doesn't offer much motivation for eating healthy.

Lesson learned: My oven runs about 50 degrees hot.