Christina Tosi's Iced Oatmeal Cookies

When Andy and I first moved in together a hundred years ago, there was definitely an adjustment period. What was up with him leaving wet towels on the bed post? Why did he knock his razor against the sink in the exact same rat-a-tat rhythm every time he shaved? And did the Yankees have to be on every single night, including Must-See-TV Thursdays? (I tol…