Following my ostentatious display of jubilation with her cookie scoop last January, My lovely mother went about the business of supplying me with one of my very own. That's right, people: I own a cookie scoop. Fight the envy, you throng, you.

Now, don't let the name fool you. Cookie scoops are good for more than scooping cookies, my friends! They scoop EVERYTHING! The unruliness of sour cream and cool whip is easily ruled—perfect dome-shaped garnishes of every sort at every meal! I just used it to form biscuits! Biscuits! With a cookie scoop! Genius!

I've yet to use it to make cookies.

I've proposed making a sand castle out of cookie scoop domes, but Miles seems uninterested. I think the word "obsessed" even entered into the exchange. He does come up with the oddest notions.