🍪 Confessions of a Lotus Biscoff Cookie Addict (And Yes, I Will Ask for Yours)

 

🍪 Confessions of a Lotus Biscoff Cookie Addict

(And Yes, I Will Ask for Yours)

You know how some people dream of flying first class, sipping champagne at 30,000 feet? Me? I’m just here for the cookies.

And not just any cookies. I’m talking about the Lotus Biscoff cookies. You know the ones—those magical little caramelized biscuits handed out by flight attendants like they’re no big deal. But to me? They are everything. I don't care what airline I’m on or what the in-flight movie is—as long as those golden-wrapped treasures hit my tray table, I'm soaring.

✈️ The First Time Was Free...

I didn’t mean to become addicted. I thought it was a one-time snack. I was minding my own business, pretending to read the safety card, when the flight attendant gently placed that little red package on my napkin like it was no big deal.

One bite in, I knew.
This wasn't just a cookie.
It was a gateway to obsession.

That crispy, caramel, cinnamony bite practically dissolved into pure joy. It was like my taste buds were riding first class, even if I was in seat 34B next to a guy using both armrests like a dictator.

🧳 I Will Ask For More

Here's the thing: one pack is never enough. NEVER.

As soon as the flight attendant starts walking down the aisle again, I'm casually clearing my throat, angling for eye contact, and smiling like I’ve just won a major award.

“Oh hi! Um… would it be okay if I got… maybe… another cookie? Or three?”

Do I feel shame? Only slightly. But it’s eclipsed by the joy of hearing that soft crinkle of foil as another packet lands in my hands.

👀 I Will Ask for Yours

And yes. If you’re sitting next to me and you don’t look excited when your cookies arrive—I will ask if I can have yours.

“Oh, are you not a cookie person?”
“Oh, you’re saving them for later? That’s cute. Want me to save them for you?”
“I’ll trade you my pretzels. They’re… lightly salted.”

If you make the fatal mistake of ignoring your Biscoffs until landing, they are fair game. I'm just saying. The tray table is neutral territory, and you left your weapon of joy unguarded.

🛒 I Have Bought Them in Real Life… and It’s Not the Same

I’ve tried to recreate the experience at home. I bought a full sleeve at the grocery store, opened it with reverence, and popped one in my mouth. It was good—but not the same.

Where’s the hum of the engine? The stale air? The plastic cup of ginger ale?
Without the altitude and tiny tray table ambiance, it’s just... a cookie.

Still delicious. Still addictive. But I want the flight edition. The ones that come with a seatbelt sign and a 20% chance of turbulence.

🧠 I Think About Them Between Flights

Sometimes, I look up flights just to see which airlines serve them. I’ve researched if you can bulk order the exact "airline Biscoffs" (you can, and yes, I have a link saved). I’ve even briefly considered becoming a flight attendant—not for the travel. For the access.

💼 Final Thoughts (and Crumbs)

I may never fly private, but give me a middle seat and a fistful of Biscoff cookies, and I’m living my best life. So if you ever find yourself on a flight next to me, just know—you’ve got something I want. Something golden, crispy, and dangerously delicious.

And if you’re not going to eat it…
You know where to find me. 👀