One Mississippi, two Mississippi

Photos all taken on N. Mississippi Ave. in Portland. The first three are a few months old. The last two I just took today.

My favorite thing about this one is that the sign on the door is for Marine and Environmental Testing.

I’m not sure what message the cookie is supposed to send. Do you buy it for your heartbroken self and eat it as consolation? Do you present it to the person who broke your heart and then stalk away dramatically? Do you break it, making its label literally true? Is there another option I’m missing? (Are you overthinking a cookie, Sara?)