Recently I was introduced to a new concept in filling stations.
Did I mention the thick white porcelain cups and the perfect foam on my cappuccino? Let me explain how that cranberry oatmeal nut cookie came to rest on my table. First of all I was not eavesdropping on the conversation in front of me in line, but I did happen to hear out of the corner of my ear that "the cookies here are not to die for, they are to kill for". It was like a gauntlet being thrown down in front of me. How could I not sample a cookie worth killing for? Go ahead. Tell me you wouldn't have done the same.