Cookie Monster

So, for the first time in my life, I baked cookies for someone special to me. They were oatmeal with cranberries and white chocolate chips. I put all of my admiration and love into them, and smiled while I watched these little tokens of affection cook to a pretty golden brown. Surely my beloved would appreciate my efforts. After all, this girl doesn't bake. But she is romantic, so she dug deep to find her inner Betty Crocker and gave it shot. Why cranberries and not raisins? Well, raisins are yucky and I thought cranberries would look nice contrasting with the white chocolate. And cranberries are red. How can you go wrong with red? Well, something went horribly wrong, but I don't think it was the cranberries.
What I can tell you is that it will be a long time before I invoke the spirit of Betty again. The way to a man's heart is definitely NOT through his stomach. Not that I ever believed that in the first place, but I had hoped that he would at least be touched. It's always a risk to give something of yourself to another person, no matter how trivial it may seem to someone else. Those cookies were about love, hope and exploring an opportunity. That was the energy that they were made with. But they turned out to be an indicator of something far less beautiful. And sadly, my gesture went unnoticed as I was swallowed whole by expectations that I did not understand. I guess I should've armed myself with something more subsantial, like scones or bran muffins. I'll know better next time.