I was going to ask J Quizzle for the recipe for his famous molasses cookies so I could post it here, but then I decided that if you want these cookies, you need to become friends with J Quizzle.
Honestly, I'm not in it just for the cookies. Q is one of my favorite people in the world, and friendship with him has many benefits. For example, if you plan to go visit him in the dry county in Arkansas where he has a teaching fellowship, he will promise to have the house stocked with liquor before you arrive and to take you drinking on Laura Ingalls Wilder's grave. And if he talks you into going to Louisville, Kentucky, for a week to grade AP English exams, he will also talk you out of killing someone after you've read your 123rd essay about Richard Wilbur's poem "A Barred Owl" in which the student writer posits that in the poem a child is eaten by an owl. He will make lists of the writing fellowships he thinks you should apply for; he will make you laugh more than anyone else you know; he will keep up with everyone in your graduate program so you don't have to; he will make you toasted cheese sandwiches when you're depressed and then take you to Wendy's for a Frosty; he will be the most trusted reader of your novel; he will let you be an early reader of his amazing, brilliant, funny stories; he will give you lesson plans when you've taken a job teaching fiction to middle schoolers and don't know what the hell to teach them; he will talk to you on the phone for hours; he will talk you out of quitting writing; he will be the best dance partner you've ever had; he will never judge anything you say or do ... and if you're friends with J Quizzle, once or twice a year (for example, days after you dog has died), you will receive a care package of the best cookies you've ever sunk your teeth into.
So I could give you the recipe for the cookies, but what you really want is to be friends with Justin.