Wednesday, September 10, 2025

Perfect Cookies

 

“My grandma bakes perfect cookies!” crowed Emily, sticking her tongue out.

Jessie went home in tears, and her mother set about making perfect cookies, too.

After experimenting with size, thickness, density, cooking time and number of chips per cookie, she presented Jessie with a plate of perfect cookies.

“Nooooooo!” cried Jessie, running from the room, in tears again. “Those aren’t right at all!”

With some consternation, Jessie’s mother asked Emily’s grandmother for some cookies.

They were lopsided and no two had the same number of chips.

When asked, Emily said, “They’re perfect because she puts lots of love in them.”

 

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