
"I did a bad thing and have to confess," read the text. "I snuck one cookie. I just had to have one."
"It's all right," I wrote back. "I made a double batch."
"So how is it possible that they're better and better every time you make them?"
It would take too long to answer that question in a text so I joked about not giving up any secrets. In reality, there are no secrets. My recipe has remained unchanged. It's everything...