In a meeting at work, one of my co-workers brought a couple of black and white cookies.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_and_white_cookie
With one of my ex-girlfriends - Michelle, who I dated for two and a half years, back around 2000 - every time I went out to Ithaca to visit her, we'd grab two from the local Wegmans (their bakery sold them in pairs at the time) and eat them in her dorm room. It's a randomly very nice memory.
It occurs to me (after my co-worker gave me one) that I've eaten - literally - like 2 black-and-white cookies in the last 9 years, but I ate probably 30-50 in the couple of years I was dating her. Not that there's no reason - I just never bought them by myself. Weird how these things work out.
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