Cookies and what to do with them

I don’t know how you look at it, but I think it shows just how hopelessly square and out of touch I am with today’s modern postindustrial society that in this era of do as you please and let it all hang out my idea of sensual excess is a large chocolate chip cookie with organic walnuts.  I usually spit the walnuts out; I don’t care for walnuts, organic or not; but I spit them out with a certain devil may care attitude that belies my dull bourgeois appearance and gives a tantalizing look at the dull bourgeois soul that undergirds this dull bourgeois appearance.