Every December, on our last day of work before the holiday break, the staff here gets together for an office cookie swap. You can probably imagine what happens when a bunch of food editors, writers, designers and other creative types make cookies for one another. It’s an insane display of baked goods. Sparkly sugar-coated rum balls, pretty rosemary shortbread, delicate buttery spritz cookies, perfect little pecan sandies. I always walk around the table in awe, putting a couple of each in my to-go box. Then I take my cookies home and, without fail, I ruin every single one of them—just by leaving them all in the same container overnight. The soft cookies get hard, the hard cookies get soft, and because I jostle them around on the way home, they…
