“Hmmm…these cookies are…gritty…” my husband was thoughtfully chewing on a chocolate chip cookie. “What do you mean?” I asked him. “Well, they’re just really gritty,” he told me. “Maybe I didn’t get the sugar dissolved well enough or something.” I said and I headed to the stove to get one and see for myself. I took a bite. And I chewed. And chewed. And kept chewing. It was like that cookie was multiplying in my mouth. And it was gritty. I couldn’t figure out what went wrong so I went with the next most logical solution and blamed it on the kids. “Well, the kids helped me make them, maybe they did something.” I had no idea that my blame game was actually right until the next morning when I went for one of the three identical bins in my pantry. I got the flour out to make biscuits. Turns out it wasn’t flour in that one. It was cornmeal.