You enjoy your shortbread any way you like, ’cause life’s too short to make rules about cookies.
I thought about him all day, kicking myself for not asking his name. I had no idea I’d have another chance.
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.