I am delicious

It came to my attention this morning when Dad returned from Starbucks (no, it's not every morning he does that; we're not that fabulous; we were just out of coffee grounds) that I have not only shoes named after me (see below), but also cookies.

Well -- "petite French cakes," if you prefer Starbucks' marketing pablum:


I find the thought inescapable that all of you were out there, waiting, just wondering when I was going to find this out... these little cookies are delightful, after all. (Unlike my namesake shoes, I have firsthand experience with these.) Cat's out of the bag now, but you could have said something, you know! What will I find out next?

Au revoir,

Maddie