I have unfortunate news. Due to a suspected case of whooping cough (“What is this, the Middle Ages?,” J asked me), the Summer Cookie Project (SCP) will have to take a back seat for a week. I offered to bake J a batch of cookies, but he politely declined (“Are you trying to kill me?!?”).
No worries; since I’m pretty much home bound, I’m sure there will be baking projects to come in the next day or two. They just won’t be consumed by anyone but me. And what’s so bad about that, anyway?