I'm probably one of the original cookie monsters.... don't really care what kind they are, if you call them cookies I'm ready to eat.
My grandmother had a "pie safe" that she used to keep her dishes in and her "tea cakes".... if we visited and I didn't find a plate of cookies in the "pie safe",
I didn't think I had been to Grandma's. I was in my late teens when she died, but I still looked in the pie safe for a cookie when I would visit.