Imagine this--it has been a long school day. You woke up for your first class at 8:00 AM and tick, tick, tick...the clock finally strikes 6:15 PM. The professor sighs at the fact that you were packing up at 6:05 but hey, what the hell, its the end of the day and you're craving some food.
So, as you walk out in the blisteringly cold Milwaukee wind, you see the elder giant on 16th street, Victor McCormick Hall. God, you're so close yet so far, just one crosswalk across Wisconsin and you'll finally make to your sanctuary. You make it across Wisconsin, and pass the bus stop with the occasional screaming man that's talking to himself.
You walk through the small doors of Victor McCormick, and you can smell the aroma of freshly baked dough with a chocolate glaze.You become suddenly attracted to the scent of Sodexo food. You can already imagine biting into the soft flaky crust, having the chocolatey flavors simmer down your tongue and into your stomach.
You hand your ID off to good ol' Prudy the ID swiper. You take one step in and reminisce what its like to be in a high school lunchroom, except in this lunchroom you have a variety of people on the verge of tears while studying, random guys playing their music off their obnoxious speaker in the corner, and of course those who decided to get drunk on a Monday cause lucky for them they have no class on Tuesday.
But that doesn't stop you from following the trail that leads you to the path down the chocolate chunk road. The image of it melting in your mouth does not leave your brain.
There it is, the famous Marquette Hot Cookie.
"Happy Monday to me", you tell yourself.
You can see the cookie rising up in the oven as the scrumptious crust starts to form a golden brown color. The small, plain, white bowl the cookie it comes in does wonders to such a beautiful masterpiece. The chef brings out the trey and slams it on the serving table. Under the light, it looks so resplendent, so luscious, so delectable.
You're caught up in its beauty and "OUCH! *swear word!*, the plate was steaming hot and you just burned hand trying to grab it.
"I told you it's hot, go grab a plate to put it under", the worker says.
The burn can wait to be looked at, you grab the hot cookie and head over to the next step. What's a hot cookie without soft serve ice cream and sprinkles on top. You can't help but salivate watching the ice cream melt into the cookie. You sprint over to the first open table and prep for the best thing that will happen today.
You dig your spoon in and your hot cookie is finally approaching your mouth, from then on the rest is history.
That is why I love my hot cookie.