“Heaven, help us.”  “What is this man holding?” “What madness has taken hold?”

Good people, fear not for I hold in my hands something magical. Something that will bring fame and immortality. I hold in my hand the chilled cookie dough that will some become (insert dramatic music) the first cookie for the County Fair (all the people say, “Gasp!”).

Hang in there, world. This is going to be epic.

Man.  Mixer.  Mission.