Cookie Monsters Everywhere

My husband is a Cookie Monster. The drawer is filled with Milano and other treats - he loves the chocolate chip ones. In fact, he likes anything chocolate. The cookie jar is replenished regularly. We oftentimes get Persian cookies at Yas in Vienna or Yekta in Rockville. Yesterday we got an assortment for our sister in law’s birthday, along with tea and sour cherry jam. Our handy man renovator once brought a package of Pizzelle cookies. He routinely brought treats from Viet Nam whenever he had a job to do, but these cookies had nothing to do with Viet Nam. They were just delicious. They are very light, round, and taste of vanilla - like sugar cones but much thinner. After that we searched for Pizzelle cookies but couldn’t find them anywhere so ended up ordering some through Amazon. We asked our friend where he got the cookies and he said Costco. We no longer have our Costco card, so that was a no go. Then last week out of the blue we got a call from our friend asking if we were home. Unfortunately we weren’t. He said he was going to drop something by the house and we told him he could leave it with the front desk. Guess what it was? Two big boxes of Pizelle cookies plus another coconut type to try. We had a feeling he might do something like that - and he did. My husband was thrilled.