Superwines and not-so-super-whines

 This week seems like the first week of real winter. It gets dark early* (it was dark before Staff meeting finished on Monday - whine) and the evenings have become so cold that hot milos and dunkable cookies have surpassed ice cream as the dessert/supper of preference.

My favourite dunkable cookie of the moment is the classic Superwine. It used to be Girl Guide biscuits but after buying several packets this year I have decided that they don't make 'em like they used to** and now they are definitely inferior to the Superwine.

The problem is that dunking Superwines is entirely too addictive. At first I started out sensibly*** just with one or two Superwines a night. Gradually my cravings increased, just one more cookie each evening. However, last night things got out of hand.

I ate at least 9 Superwines. Possibly more. I lost count. I only stopped when Matt took the packet away.

It was such fun when I was eating them but the consequences were severe. It started at first with a sight sense of seediness which soon developed into full-fledged queasiness.

The symptoms of a sugar overdose started to kick in when I tried to go to sleep. Pointless giggling and twitching. Most disturbing.

I felt ill yet I still was tempted to sneak down into the kitchen and eat more cookies. Admittedly in my hyper and noisy state, it is unlikely that it would have been a particularly stealthy sneaking.

I became more Cookie Monster**** than human.

Now I do not know if I can stop. Is it possible to drink a hot, delicious milo and not want a little (or a lot of) cookie on the side?

* Well I do not entirely object to Winter I find this aspect of it depressing. There is little in life that saps my will to go to work more than the getting up in the morning while its still dark and then not getting home until after sunset. It feels like all the daylight hours are spent trapped inside classrooms.

** Sadly this is a fate that has befallen many a cookie the most obvious being the animal biscuits which are now dry and do not have enough icing. I suspect that there is some sort of make the world less happy conspiracy whereby childhood memories are scarred by the substandard biscuits. The cookie companies are deliberately making their cookies drier and less delicious so that when adults eat them they think, "oh no! Even cookies aren't as good as they used to be. Life is getting worse!" and get depressed, and in extreme cases, jump off tall buildings.

*** Sensible! Sensible!! SENSIBLE!!! Do other people still think of that whenever they hear the word?

**** This is old-school ravening-for-Cookies Cookie Monster not healthy diet "cookies are a sometimes food" Cookie Monster.