I took a bite, half a cookie bite really. Then I put that half a cookie on the desk in front of me. I looked at it. From the box, I picked up a new cookie and ate half of that one too. Placed it next to the other half.
They didn’t fit together. One of them was slightly bigger so I nibbled on that one to get it down to size. That worked. Sort of. I was a bit heavy handed, the one cookie broke apart, so I ate that quarter. Problem. A big hole in the Frankenstein cookie. Only one thing left to do: eat three quarters of a new cookie. It’s a hard life being a mad scientist. Because clearly I eat the cookies for science!
A Monday mash-up: Tom Waits is Cookie Monster. Enjoy!
I think this mash-up was tailor made for Nicklas.
And I was sitting here and feeling kind of blue and now suddenly everything is great. Well not great, but better! A lot better and happier.
Missed this yesterday, I might need to cut down on the following of too many people if this continues to happen.
09 juli 2011(19h57m03s).jpg (by Nn.)
I know these cookies look like moon rocks, but they’re not. No, actually, really! It’s chocolate cookies with chopped pistachio nuts. The recipe said 30 cookies, but I used a larger spoon for plating. Best cookies I’ve made yet!
Source: Flickr / carboncopy
This is a book that claims to contain 500 cookie recipes.
Top five I’m going to make from these based on the photographs:
- chocolate double-deckers with cream cheese
- beacon hill cookies
- chocolate cookies filled with orange cream
- hazelnut tops
- alphabet cookies (modified with chocolate)
They had one they called “snowballs.” Call me a prude, but I’m not going to make that one.
Occasionally I write emails. Today I wrote one with the subject “on cookies,” because I like that form of titles. This email contained this sentence: “Not the best cookies I’ve eaten, still good though. Got a new favourite emergency cookie!” I share this with you too because… well, it’s important. They’re big, cheap and look home-made even though they’re not. Chocolate chip of course. Cookies need chocolate.
You know what? Just noticed something even worse than that. With whatever’s up there secreting in the nasal cavities, there is no real way to breathe while eating cookies. A small bite, chew, swallow and then mouth-breathe for air. Heavy breaths. Larger chunks of cookies mean more panic. What? Simply not eat the cookies? Don’t. Be. Stupid.
Learn from my mistakes. don’t go to the right in the intersection with the man screaming “Iä! Iä!” It’s just not worth it.