Food for Thought: Cookies are Love

Maybe it’s the mid-afternoon sugar craving, but I was just thinking about how cookies seem to be the way to a man’s heart. (Cookies! Again! Didn’t you just drop cookies into your last post?)

Yes, yes, I did. And I do it again shamelessly. There something seductive, simple and wholesome about whipping up a batch of cookies for your man.

We’ve already established that vanilla sets off little amorous triggers in the brain (essential for excellent chocolate chip cookies), but the entire act of baking sets something off, too.

Picture this: You’re in your kitchen, wearing an apron (Trigger One: Sexy Housewife fantasy), folding the eggs into your batter (Trigger Two: “She cares about me; she’s cooking.”) and chatting with your man (Trigger Three: You’re having an intimate moment).

Like the Betty Crocker/Nigella Lawson/Padma Lakshmi domestic goddess you are, the oven is heating, and you have deftly created your dough, complete with sweet morsels of delight.

Now, ask your man to help you spoon the cookies on the baking tray. (Trigger Four: “She needs me.”) Doing this together, he becomes part of the process, now they are “our” cookies, not just your cookies. You both are adding that bit of secret ingredient love.

In 8-10 minutes, they’re done. Bust out your spatula, put the delicious things on a cooling rack, pour some milk and feed your man a bit of the good stuff. He’ll be happy as a lark.

I don’t know how this little intimate endeavor works for raw foodists or people without a sweet tooth, but cookies always seem to hit the sweet spot for warm-blooded boys.