A Cookie of One's Own

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4:18pm

It wasn't intentional. Truly. But I made a chewy, melty, chocolaty, rich cookie that did not appeal to my children's palate. I needed to bring a little something-something for Parent Night, and couldn't pass giving this one a whirl: Chewy Chocolate Gingerbread Cookies. Charlie accepted, not devoured, the cookie, while Jack took a bite and left the rest for his brother. The ginger and molasses failed to captivate their cookie love, but my adult palate felt it was a sublime combination. What does this all mean? I don't have the share the leftovers.