Last fall, I had a brief conversation with Mona Golub, one of the executives of the Price Chopper Supermarket chain.

The talk was pretty short, and to the point. “Mona,” I said. “You’ve got to find a way to stop making those gourmet chocolate chip cookies.”

She knew what I was talking about. “You mean the ones in the little bags?” she asked, with a smile.

Those were the ones. Little bags. Burnt orange and tan bags, to be exact. Filled with eight husky chocolate chip cookies, freshly baked, all natural. I can polish off a $3.49 bag for breakfast, and cancel out any morning run with freshly-baked, all-natural calories. Burn 250 calories; add 500 calories.

I’m buying them in the morning, I’m buying them at night. Bad enough I remain enslaved by the chocolate cow during the winter months, and have been chugging low-fat chocolate milk after my visits to the YMCA. Now these excellent cookies have become part of my day. Big chips, big dough. I’m sneaking into the store like Larry Talbot under a full moon, wolfing down two or three of these cookies as soon as I’m in the car.

Remember Larry? Lon Chaney Jr.? The Wolfman?

I’m a sucker for a good chocolate chip cookie. Never had a problem avoiding the packaged jobs from the big companies. I don’t care how many elves are working in the Keebler factory these days, they can’t compete with the fresh models. Used to go for Archway, and the “Chocolate Chip Ice Box” line, but they disappeared years ago.

The Price Chopper chippers kind of remind me of the cookies my sister Joanne used to make. They never lasted too long around the house and even Silver — the family dog who always had an appetite — acquired a taste for them.

I’ve eliminated Irish Cream from my diet. Beers never come out until weekends. Liverwurst is persona non grata inside my refrigerator.

But these cookies have become a serious addiction. So I’m asking Price Chopper to eliminate the product line. For my own good.

Either that ... or maybe put them on sale once in a while.