My Life in Cookies

an evolution of (sweet) sorts

I was born into a world of Fig Newtons, the only cookie mother deemed had any nutritional value. Therefore, most of my cookie knowledge came from our neighbors, the Landaws and the Eagles, up the block, who regularly put out trays of Oreos.

When I was 7 years old, I went to Camp Kaufman Day Camp on Staten Island, and recall being handed a Vienna Finger…