Name your favorite type of cookie.
Huh. Here’s a topic that might spark more interest. “Name the kind of cookies that Jesus likes.”
And before anyone decides to accuse me of being rude and blasphemous, I could quite possibly be referring to my friend ‘hey-seuss’. Who shall remain anonymous and imaginary but I’m just sayin’.
I’m leaning strongly towards oatmeal date, because 2000 years ago there were probably not a lot of cookie recipes floating around in the desert, never mind ingredients and ovens and cookie sheets and cutters shaped like zoo animals. But my reasons of course don’t matter, since the prompt wants me simply to ‘name’ something. No explanation necessary. No deep thought required.
Just give me something big and chewy and loaded with sugar, named George, for all I care. That should shut me up until tomorrow.