And while we’re at it, let’s top it with some fresh whipped cream, just because we can.
There are so many delicious aspects at work here that it’s almost too much for your taste buds to handle. Almost. It’s like that crazy insane party that was so mind-blowing you barely survived, but in the aftermath you’re just like, “…whoa.”
All the flavors come together in a way that equates to sweet and salty wonderment. Salty pretzels, meet sweet chocolate. Salty peanut butter, meet sweet brownies. Oh, preztels, have you met brownies? Chocolate, have you met peanut butter? The flavors are mingling like socialites at a cocktail party, and everybody is friends tonight.
Many moons ago, there was a time when cookies and milk had not yet been united. They were separate entities, living it two different worlds, unaware of the other’s existence. They wandered through life with no one to count on, no one to spend their days with. It was a dark time when cookies were dry and milk was devoid of crumbs.
Alas, then came the fateful day when one brilliant soul sat down to eat his cookies and said, “These cookies makes me thirsty, but I have not a drink to quench my parched tongue.” He person entered his fridge where he found a cold bottle of milk just begging to be poured. And poured it he did.
When he sat down to continue his cookie-consuming quest, he brought the cookie to his mouth and paused. He looked from the cookie to the milk, from the milk to the cookie. And suddenly, it all made sense.