Ship Ahoy/Chips Ahoy

I had a chocolate-chip cookie 🍪 today, slightly squished and melty from the warm weather, just the way I like it--as though it had just emerged from the oven.

I stopped in a shop to get an Italian sub [no onion, provolone in place of Swiss, please] for Punch. I had dropped her off to her first day of Wellfleet Bay Audubon day camp--her week is called Cape Cod Invaders, meaning wildlife--and saw a big sign saying NO NUTS in lunches or snacks, due to allergies among campers,

Punch had made a triple decker peanut butter, jelly and Fluff on white bread and I had added a container of my trail mix of shelled pistachios, Craisins and the dark chocolate baking chips I bought yesterday--golden!--from the Hot Chocolate Sparrow in Orleans. Trail mix, because you’ll be on the trails at the Audubon, I said, proud of my resourcefulness and wit.

Had to take sandwich and snack back and go get the sub, then return w it.

At the sandwich shop, I was feeling low due to family drama/dynamics last night. I picked up and put down the cookie. Then I decided yes.

But I say that will be it for planned sugary desserts this trip, except for one designated ice cream dipped in chocolate--the melted kind that hardens--from the Sparrow. 

I say PLANNED because even though I no longer, for today, bake batches of brownies or cookies, or buy bags or boxes of them to bring into the house, I do allow Punch to bring in single items. And then sometimes, often a dainty eater, she lets them languish too long. As in, I just ate 2 oz. slice of penuche she chose at the fudge counter. I am a sugar addict. Would you leave a heroin addict alone in a house with even a single dose? [Is dose the right word?]

I will replace her fudge with her at the Sparrow.

Want to read now, love reading up here--will do money 💰 update ASAP.

I hear birds 🦅 in the yard, calling to each other, tree to tree, branch to branch, under the pretty blue sky.