Mocha Crinkles used to be one of my go-to recipes. They’re relatively easy, pretty, and yummy. They’re crowd pleasers. I used to make them for most special occasions. But somewhere along the line, I lost track of them; like they fell out of my own personal fashion. I moved onto other cookies, and branched out into breads and cakes. But lately, I’ve been fondly remembering the joy that they brought me

The question: if you make bread with the beer that claims to have a sandwich in every glass, does the universe implode?