One of my readers got caught eating the lemon cookies I was talking about at the Boise Co-Op, and struck up a conversation with the right person. I got the recipe. She Who Must Not Be Named emailed it to me on the condition of secrecy. I also promised her a digit from my chopping hand, but I may go back on my word (about chopping a finger off, I mean, not about keeping the secret – I think keeping recipes secret is silly, but when someone asks you to do it, you have to, unless someone’s being abused as a result your secrecy, which in this case is highly unlikely). Plus, I love all my fingers equally and could never pick one.
I can’t wait to try them! The cookies, not my fingers.