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March 8, 2007
russell turns out to be delightful. a large man with a dan-akroydish face and a strong voice. he sits down with me at one of the tables and looks over my recipe.
“pretty straightforward, right?” i say.
“yep. very. i’m going to try one.” he opens the saran wrap and takes out a cookie. i’m nervous. i don’t know why, but i am. he takes a bite and i watch his face. his eyebrows lift and he bites again. “very good.”
he eats the whole thing. i’m surprised. i’m all cookied out.
“less baking powder,” he suggests, “and more salt.”