I’m at Dilettante prepping for an interview I’m doing this afternoon. Last time I was here I complained about the glass teacups. Today when I ordered my tea, the barista held up a glass mug in one hand and a ceramic mug in the other and gave me the “which do you want?” look. I wanted to hug her, but I didn’t want to be ejected from Dilettante, so I tossed a buck into the tip jar instead. It almost made me feel bad about smuggling in a Mrs. Fields cookie from upstairs.

Hey, do you know why Mrs. Fields cookies are so moist and chewy? I do, because I saw a label stuck on their refrigerator. They’re baked at 260°F for 22 minutes.