I still remember my first black and white cookie. I was in a New York City deli, the cookie’s unofficial motherland, and spotted a stack of absolutely enormous cakey discs painted like half moons. I peeled off the plastic wrap and after being momentarily blinded by the frosting’s enamel-like sheen, I took my first eager bite.
Both Jenn and her blog are beautiful...and I'm honored that she sent me a blog post while my arm heals. Ryan and I are in Colorado for my sister's 40th birthday...and I'll update with pictures soon.
Anecdotes and Apple Cores