Cookies!

Cookies.

For two reasons.

One: I have a psychological quirk where if something bad happens once, it will scar me forever. It runs in the family. My grandma has been alive for an eternity, and so she basically hates everything now.

So, can you guess what happened? Right. There was a doughnut incident.

I was vacationing in Colorado and got my hands on some doughnuts from Voodoo Doughnuts. I'd heard amazing things about them, so I just had to sample one.

Well, I did more than sample. I ate two whole doughnuts, and each one was roughly the size of my face. They were delicious. I am a sugar fiend, so it was a match made in heaven.

You're probably wondering right about now: "Sounds like a pleasant experience. So why are you scarred for life?"

It's because of what happened afterward.

Being the complete idiot that I am, I thought it was a good idea to excercise while those doughnuts were still sitting in my stomach, rock-like.

I had bad judgement, okay? Honestly, I still sort of do...

Sparing you all the details, let's just say I felt incredibly ill and was this close *holds thumb and pointer finger about a nanometer apart* to puking.

So yes, that is how donuts were ruined for me.

Two: I went vegan about six months ago, so if I want baked goods, I either have to make them myself or go broke (some of that 'artisinal' vegan crap is frickin' expensive!). Therefore, I make my own stuff. And since cookies are a million times easier and take way less effort to make than doughnuts, I always bake cookies and never make doughnuts.

Yep, so that's why I say cookies over doughnuts. All you doughnut lovers out there, please don't hate me.

But... you know what? Cookies aren't even my baked good of choice.

Cake is.

So there.