My good friend has lived on the Upper West Side for almost three years and I've lived in New York for a year and a half, yet until tonight I had never been to her apartment. It had become a point of contention between us and, for me, a symbol of the disconnectedness of the inhabitants of the city. There was only one way to start making things right, I brought my supplies in a yogurt container:

1 stick of butter (wrapped)
1 egg (in a plastic bag)

and in an empty cookie mix tin (ironically):

1/2 cup turbinado sugar
1 cup all-purpose flour
1/2 cup oats
1/3 cup coconut flakes
1/2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 cup semisweet chocolate chips
1/2 cup chopped walnuts

[Sidenote: I did not bring vanilla because I am finally using the extract I began steeping in September, it is delicious, but in a 750ml Stolichnaya Vodka bottle with a loose top it is hard to transport, I need to keep a travel-size bottle for occasions such as this.]

I first mixed the butter and egg and then, in a fit of experimentation (if this works maybe we could market it), added all the rest of the ingredients from the tin at once. It did not combine easily, the large particulate ingredients getting between the flour and the egg/butter mixture. However, Aurora put her fork aside, washed her hands, and went at it, squeezing the dough between her fingers until we had a dense ball like pie crust. The cookies were a bit too grainy but nothing a little tinkering couldn't solve. My friend enjoyed them and I think we buried the hatchet over my long neglect -- we made a plan to meet regularly but when it came to actually setting a day, balked.