On "Galletitas"

A brief revelation on "galletitas," or little cookies. It's easy to accuse a cookie of being too dry. In fact, I often become enraged when I consider the baker that carelessly abandons her cookies in the oven until they are so overdone that they more closely resemble crackers than cookies. But never did I consider that I was missing a crucial piece of the puzzle: that these small cookies, in their assorted shapes, sizes and colors, relatively flavorless and dry as bone, were incomplete. They were missing their soul mate. The poor things were never meant to be consumed alone, and to do so is as fruitless and dissatisfying as eating a cigarette. No, you musn't forget, these cookies are meant to be dipped in hot tea or coffee, or they will leave in your mouth a fine dusting of sadness, a last reminder of the empty life they led.

Save yourself the pain; dip then delight in the fusion of flavors and textures of a rogue cookie, tamed. And before you condemn the idiot baker that ruins batch after batch, consider that she may have had far grander plans for these galletitas than you can possibly conceive.