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She used the finest ingredients. Eggs straight from the coop, Stone-ground flour, hand-churned butter. But she squandered them. It's so sad. She told me I was too picky, but I know what cookies are supposed to taste like.
When I started a bakery, I vowed not to repeat her mistakes. These cookies won't fall apart in your hands. They have gooey centers and slightly crisp exteriors, not the other way around, GRANDMA. There's no mysterious gritty texture. Why would there be?
If you enjoy these cookies, please write to my grandma to let her know.
Thanks!
- Amelia
All a 'yall apostles of the BrothermanBill Gospel and hardcore radical fundamentalist adherents of to BrothermanBill doctrine with extremist viewpoints as well as the casual bon-vivants of the BrothermanBill TerribleTim culture.
Mass suicide groups were assembled to herald in the coming of the Brotherman.