cookie

I had joked most of my adult life that the only inheritance I wanted from my mother was her magic cookie sheets.

One of Mr. Joseph’s interviewees remembers Sondheim pinning an oatmeal-raisin cookie to a speckled piece of pine paneling.

The plan would also change data privacy rules aimed at giving everyday users a smoother online experience and cutting down on cookie consent windows.

But having had it in year’s past, as well as a Halloween version of the cookie just a couple weeks ago, I can vouch for the fact that it is quality, soft gingerbread.

Tano almost visibly deflates, as if he’s been caught with his hand in a cookie jar.