Annabelle just walks into the editorial office with a grin on her face and a big box that seems to have been sent straight from heaven. “I have cookies…” Two seconds later, I’m standing next to her desk. WHAT kind of cookies. “From Van Stapele! Don’t you know them?” Uh, no, I don’t know them. I’ve been working in Amsterdam for half my life and now I’m being laughed at by at least five people. That it’s a real institution. That there’s almost always a line outside the door. That they only sell one type of cookie (a chocolate chip cookie with a Liquid. Orgasm-worthy. White. Chocolate filling) for which they have become famous.

No oh god, I don’t know it, but I SMELL it and I need it. We warm them up a bit for the optimal flavor explosion and two minutes later, a confetti cannon of happiness goes off in my head. Sorry, but this is seriously the best cookie I have ever tasted in my life. This is no longer normal. This is so ridiculously get-short-circuited-in-your-head delicious that I don’t even want to know where that store is located, because that can never end well. So, if you just came out of an egg like I did and really want to know? Just Google Van Stapele Koekmakerij yourself and leave me out of it, okay?

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