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One thing I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that I am good at, is baking cookies. Massive amounts of cookies. We're talking well over a thousand at a time. Out of a non-commercial kitchen. For some strange reason, I enjoy handmixing huge vats of cookie dough and then obsessively forming thousands of perfectly rounded little cookie dough balls. (You may ask why I do not recruit younger sibling slavery, two words--cookie testicles.)

The time has come for me to again bake thousands of cookies and package them up to send overseas. If you know anyone overseas, or have a neighbor who has a friend who has a nephew whose bosses son or daughter is serving over there... email their address to me. Or leave it in the comment box. I will be more than happy to send them some homemade happiness. However, be warned, when I send cookies, I send cookies. One friend of mine I sent so many cookies he ended up handing them out to the villagers who worked on base.

This isn't difficult. I am not asking you to donate money, bake cookies or do a chicken dance. I am simply asking you to send addresses of troops you know who would enjoy cookies made by the one and only Porkchop.

While I am a excellent cook, if, on the off chance they eat my cookies and die. I am most certainly not responsible. Or if they choke on them and die. Or if someone uses the cookies as weapons and manages to use them to kill... whoever.

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

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