Here is an extract from the Pentagon's Department of Food Procurement specifications for a regulation Type 2 sandwich cookie: "The cookie shall consist of two round cakes with a layer of filling between them. The weight of the cookie shall be not less than 21.5 grams and filling weight not less than 6.4 grams. The base cakes shall be uniformly baked with a color ranging from not lighter than chip 27885 or darker than chip 13711. . . . ​The color comparisons shall be made under north sky daylight with the objects held in such a way as to avoid specular refractance." And
by Bill Bryson
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The Pentagon's Department of Food Procurement has detailed the specifications for a standard Type 2 sandwich cookie. This cookie must consist of two round cakes with a minimum weight of 21.5 grams and a filling that weighs at least 6.4 grams. Additionally, the cakes should be uniformly baked and their color must fall within specific ranges, which will be evaluated under natural daylight to ensure consistency in appearance.

In Bill Bryson's book "The Mother Tongue: English and How it Got that Way," he explores the intricacies and evolution of the English language. Bryson delves into its history, influences, and how it has transformed over time, making it a fascinating read for anyone interested in linguistics and the development of communication. His engaging narrative style offers insights into the quirks of English, illustrating its rich and dynamic character.

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