"Tell them, Diana," they said. "Tell them now."
Their insistent chatter made me a bit nervous. If I didn't write about them, would they break up with me on a post-it note like Berger broke up with Carrie on "Sex and the City?" I don't think I could stand being parted from the precious cookies in such a sadistic manner. Carrie was able to move on from her disrespectful beau, but now that I have tasted a Berger cookie, I don't think I will ever be able to give them up.
For this, I blame Heather from Diary of a Fanatic Foodie.
Approximately three weeks ago, Heather wrote a post about Berger cookies on her fabulous "blog about [her] love for all things food and drink." She filled the page with gorgeous pictures of the decadent treats, taunting her readers with the description and then crushing their hopes when she disclosed that (gasp) Berger cookies are only available in Baltimore. I was ready to cry myself into a chocolate/sugar-deprivation coma, until she revealed that they are, however, available on-line to order.
That's when things got interesting. Because Heather is as sweet as the eggnog snickerdoodles she bakes, she held a drawing on her blog to send three lucky readers a box of Berger cookies. I immediately posted a comment to enter said contest, and a week later, discovered that I had been randomly selected as one of the lucky Berger cookie recipients! Last Wednesday, the cookies arrived at my doorstep, and this past Sunday night, I ignored the protests from my still Thanksgiving-hungover belly and ate one.
Heather told me to ignore the 4.5 grams of fat that each cookie contains, but as I sank my teeth into the luscious fudge-like brownie topping and moist cookie bottom, I couldn't stop thinking about it.
"How can a cookie this rich and decadently delicious have only 4.5 grams of fat?" I wondered, amidst my audible moans of approval.
I scrutinized the package, convinced that the nutrition facts must only be applicable for 1/2 a cookie, but it was true. One cookie really does only contain 140 calories and 4.5 grams of fat. Part of me feels like I am being deceived like the "Seinfeld" crew was in the episode with the nonfat frozen yogurt that was not so fat-free and butt-friendly, but the other part of me doesn't care.
The Berger cookies could have 400 calories and 10 grams of fat and I would still love them.
Unless, of course, they break up with me on a post-it note.