Loathe as I am to question your culinary reporting skills, so often on display on AP, I wonder if there wasn't something more. When the cookies came, there was also a large plate of homemade pastries of some sort. Clearly not cookies. Clearly also something that eating just one would do me in, and it would be bad form to take one and just take one bite.
So I passed, as I think you did?
But they were there, and they weren't cookies.
Just wanting to make sure Lina gets full credit...
Oh, and in addition to various leftovers, we headed home with several bottles of booze, presumed to be scotch.
There is a story behind the booze and the fact that she has given me some on several occasions over the last couple of years. My mom was a great fan of scotch over many decades, and so the evening she died, after all the necessary things had been taken care of, Lina and Angelo and I sat around until well past midnight reminiscing. And several toasts to mom with her favorite scotch. Seemed absolutely the right thing to do. And so ever since then Lina had made sure that my supply never runs dry. :-)
How much would it take to make sure your supply never runs dry? (My supply of bourbon has never run dry in at least 15 years. The bottle of Jim Bean is sitting there on the shelf, nearly full. The fact that it's not completely full was not my doing. Nor was the fact that it showed up there in the first place.)
I attribute the lapse in reporting to my post-prandial lethargy. Yes, among the dessert items was a tray of cream puffs, also freshly made that morning. While I sampled virtually everything else, my relationship with them was purely visual. I looked at them and they looked at me. However, I think one or two of them may have followed me home, so I may not be out of the woods yet.
Sounds like quite a feast! I think you could have used a horde of hungry vikings to help you out.