True to my future intents, I have brought a picture to share. Behold: Baby Goat Cookies!
So named because while they started out as individual items, a single serving apiece as-it-were, they cooked into each other and now resemble what I always found intriguingly cute about Cthulu mythos: "Shub-Niggurath: The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young". This baking tray holds all manner of cinnamon-sugar biscuit-y things, all nestled up cute next to each other as I imagine a field of adorable baby goats.
I am aware, naysayers, that not only is Shub-Niggurath horrendous beyond belief, whose very visage would render any functioning person a mere gibbering heap of meat and fear. And bones, obviously. Still, the name continues to tender images of frolicking, bleating, can-eating, and wooly baby goats, their tiny horns festooned with garlands of spring flowers.
Hence, Sugar-"Nom"urath cookies.
Eat it. (<-Ha!)
They were edible, if somewhat undercooked, and have yet to induce delusions or dementia of any kind.
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