You’ll feel a sugar rush. Then a sugar crash. Then a deep, primal guilt. And then… you’ll eat the other half you saved for later. Don’t lie to me.
It’s a two-day cookie. Or a one-sitting cookie if you’ve had a rough day. No judgment here. The Costco bakery workers are saints. Straight-up saints.
Ever notice how the bag says “Bakery Item”? It’s humble. It’s lying. It’s a monument to human achievement.
Is It Worth The Trip?
Do you have to fight traffic? Yes. Do you have to navigate a giant warehouse full of pallets? Yes. Do you have to resist buying a 48-pack of toilet paper while you’re there? Maybe.
But for that cookie? Absolutely. It’s a pilgrimage. A ritual.
So next time you see that stack of cookies near the exit, don’t walk past. Grab a pack. Two packs. Your future self will thank you—or your future self will hate you, but in a delicious way.
Now, go. Eat. Repeat. And leave the crumbs for the rest of us.
