When I was very small my father would drive me to the Oven King factory in Roseville, Mich. and buy me a bag of broken cookies, which I thought the greatest treat. All this came back when I saw that my neighbour was baking a batch of cookies of a sort whose edges get trimmed off for neatness after they emerge from the oven.
I requested and was granted a plate of the trimmed edges.
Talk about comfort food!