So what just happened to me isn't necessarily an uncommon occurrence either. My boss walks up to my desk, first thing Monday morning, and says he needs my help. Ok, fair enough. But then . . . he pulls a cookie out of a bag, has me take a hunk, and says, "What's in it?" This cookie, ginger molasses, has traveled with him four hours from a beach town bakery in Oregon, and he has saved one, hoping against hope that I would take one taste and tell him the secret ingredient. What makes it soooo good? Seriously, I wish I knew - is it cardamom? is it the sweetner? Can't tell you, and unfortunately I couldn't tell him. Just the same, it was a fine foodie moment. Love it.
Not my boss' favorite cookie, but still delish . . .