I am a person who speaks to kitchen appliances. I talk to my dog like she’s my second human child, and the voices I bestow upon inanimate objects are louder than I should probably admit. But last week, a cookie called to me. And when a cookie calls, you answer. Through a rumbling tummy and…
Granola + Cookie = Love
It was a cold, rainy night in September when a tiny snack food, the first of its kind, came into the world with the kind of crunch and bang typically reserved for the offspring of more popular treats. The entire pantry community beheld the snack with great awe and confusion. It resembled granola but was…