You enjoy your shortbread any way you like, ’cause life’s too short to make rules about cookies.
Perhaps knowing that someone you love has made them makes a cookie taste better than one you made yourself.
Why did I ever want to be a baker? I groan and curse the blaring 4:30 am alarm that cuts short my slumber.
Is there anything more delicious than a morning that starts gently and quietly sans alarm clock and culminates in a decadent brunch spread complete with tart, fizzy mimosas and the fluffiest pancakes known to man?