Anne's Cookies

I was working in Bay Hill and this 80-year-old Yugoslavian woman named Anne walked up to my car (she waves every time she gets a chance). We spoke for a while and she offered me cookies. I thought it polite to accept. I asked her, "Did you make them?"  She replied, "Of course In did; I'm an 80-year-old woman!"  So she brought me this covered with saran wrap and an Arizona ice tea.

Chips Ahoy.