A reader asked a good question this morning: How do you eat just one cookie?
In other words, how do you not finish off the entire batch? How do you stop at just one?
This is a loaded question. Because the truth is, I’ve taken a multifaceted approach and gone through a good deal of trial and error to get to where I am today.
To begin, let me tell you what it does not entail:
My ability to eat just one cookie has nothing to do with the fact that I am more disciplined than the next person.
That’s a huge misconception that I’d like to take the time to clarify.
As a child, my grandmother used to tell me that if I finished off every last crumb off my plate, then my future husband’s face would be free of blemishes. Cleaning off my plate meant that I was beautiful, that I was obedient and kind.
I believed her. Every time I wiped clean all the food set out in front of me, I beamed with pride. I didn’t know who my husband was going to be, I didn’t know if he was going to be smart or handsome, but I definitely, definitely knew that he would have the skin of a baby’s bum.
Regardless of how stuffed I felt, then, I would trudge through my food, bite after bite, for the sake of my soul mate.