The Story of the 6PM Surprise

Well hallo all! What's up my lil fruits and veggies?

The Morrow House Dining Blog is back from an all-too long hiatus (schoolwork and international travel had something to do with it). The blog now will beginning on the first day of the first semester of what is looking to be the greatest year ever (NO SHAME. NO REGRETS).

After too many (or not enough?) hours spent watching the always intellectually-stimulating Jersey Shore and, for some, trying to get rid of our hangovers, we trudged down to the dining hall hopeful for some chicken parm and Caesar salad.

LITTLE DID WE KNOW....

There were quite a few surprises waiting for us. First, there was a CAPRESE salad in addition to the tasty Caesar salad; if you aren't sure what that entails, a Caprese salad is a "simple salad from the Italian region of Campania, made of sliced fresh buffalo mozzarella, tomatoes and basil, seasoned with salt, and olive oil." (Thanks Wikipedia!) It was a crisp and lovely surprise, but the best was yet to come.

As we nommed on some delicious salads, pasta, and poultry, Sean called for our attention in the music-less dining hall (it is a Thursday night, after all).

Apparently folks, there are people who do not believe in us; they do not think we can successfully keep up our reputation as not only the BEST OF THE QUAD, but also, the best dining hall on campus.

They think we will always GO THROUGH THE WRONG DOOR.

But they are WRONG. Oh so wrong. We showed them. We showed them hard. And to reward our phenomenal work, Sean tantalized us with a 6PM Surprise.

It was only 5:35PM when he dropped the bombshell. We sat on the edge of our seats, waiting for the magical hour.

We ate and chatted; the garlic bread was great, though it could have used a tiny bit more oil/butter. I just loaded it with marinara and nommed away.

THEN, at 5:48PM, Sean walked out of the kitchen carrying a tray. THE TRAY. We anxiously awaited the reveal--Elisa could hardly contain her excitement. Sean laughed at us; he knew what was under the white textile of hope. Saying a few short words, he revealed the surprise:


....wait for it.


...........waaait for ittttt.






CHOCOLATE FUCKING CHIP COOKIES.

DELICIOUS DOUGH FILLED WITH LITTLE CHOCOLATE PIECES.

THE COOKIE WHICH DEFINED THE TERM COMFORT-COOKIE.


We cheered. We laughed. We nommed.

Truly a successful beginning to the most successful year--dining-wise, that is.