Chips Ahoy

These are my downfall. If they look like Chips Ahoy, it is because they are Chips Ahoy. And I have become addicted to them. I don't know how it happened. This summer, at the Peace Corps Training, there were Oreos. And, while they were better than nothing, I would never eat more than a few a day and only because they were there. Perhaps because there was no milk to go with them, and Oreos without milk, well, are spaghetti without sauce (though I probably shouldn't be thinking about Italian food). And I do not think I have eaten a Chips Ahoy cookie for twenty years. But now, my pantry is stocked with them. I am not sure if there is some dietary deficiency that the CHips Ahoy are filling, or if it is perhaps because they provide me with a familiar taste in a land where so many things are strange to my palate. But they are truly like the Lays Potato CHips. I can't just eat one. I don't even remember when I started or how I stumbled into them. I think I was just looking for something sweet to have in the pantry and they were the one recognizable commodity. All the shops have Chips Ahoy, so they are easily obtainable. And there are even mutiple flavors: orange flavored chips ahoy and coffee flavored chips ahoy. But my money is on the basic Chips AHoy. Come to think of it, I think I'll grab a few right now.