Twenty minutes later, she pulled a tray of golden, shatteringly thin rounds out of the oven. They were not Ritz. They were smaller, a little lopsided, some edges darker than others. She let them cool. She picked one up. It didn’t crumble. It held.
“No, you weirdo. Raisins are for oatmeal cookies. I use mini chocolate chips.” are ritz gluten free
And they were gluten free.
“And what do you put the peanut butter on ?” Ingrid asked, already knowing. Twenty minutes later, she pulled a tray of