I'm a slave to advertising and sugar

For my contribution to our Thanksgiving feast on Thursday, I'm baking my famous oatmeal-cranberry-dark chocolate cookies. This will not, by a long shot, be the only dessert there, so all month I've been trying really hard to stick to my diet, get to the gym, and most importantly, watch my sweets.

I went grocery shopping this afternoon and picked up the ingredients for my cookies. This put me in the mood to bake, which I haven't done since sometime in March. But I can't make the Thanksgiving cookies until Tuesday night, so they'll be as fresh as possible on Thursday (I'm working all day Wednesday, or I'd make them right before leaving for the airport).

Unfortunately, I hadn't yet left the store when I remembered the commercial for Toll House Ultimate Chocolate Lovers cookies, where the grumpy teenager walks through the kitchen and takes a cookie without stopping or speaking, then runs back into frame to hug his mother. It's a cute, ad, and boy do those cookies look good.

Well, they're not as good as they sounded. Hardly worth falling off the diet wagon. Still, half the package never made it into the oven.