Devil Cookies
Question: What does one do when one is trying to cut back on unhealthy snacks and redeem oneself from a holiday gorge fest of deliciousness?
Why bake cookies, of course!
I did it for Lucy. She asked me to. Really.
(In all honesty, when I said, “Lucy, do you want to bake some cookies with Mum-Mum?” her response was, “Cookies! Yayyy, cookies, Mum-Mum cookies, yayyyyy!” How could I deny her?)
We made the World’s Best Chocolate Chip Cookies, a recipe I got from Jen O. during the Durham Mom’s Night Out cookie exchange. Eric licked the inside of the plastic bag after he’d finished inhaling them back in December, and deliriously mumbled something about loving Jen’s chocolatey goodness. If there is any empty cookie bag I want my husband making out with, it is mine, thankyouverymuch.
I have to admit, these cookies weren’t my favourite the first time around. They are thick and soft, and I am a crispy cookie girl. But I dunno what happened this
time, because hotdamn they came out big and thick and crispy and still soft. Perhaps it is the 3/4 c. melted butter? The milk chocolate chips? The air up here in the Boonies?
Whatever it is, they are now christened Devil Cookies. I put them in a bag in the freezer so they wouldn’t be sitting on the counter staring at me all day while I’m at home by myself and vulnerable. But the damn things can speak through appliances, and they beckon me from their frozen slumber. All day long I get chills down my back as they drift through the house whispering my name.
Excuse me while I go lick the bag. Not that it’s empty yet. Or anything.
(Do you think tongues stick to the inside of freezers?)
Smile? Um, sorry, we are too busy nom-nom-noming.
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thank heavens you didn’t make aggressions or choc. balls!!
That’s a great pic of Lucy (the first one)!
I know, eh?! She is eating chocolate chips. We have, like, eight others just like it except she’s blurry or has her eyes closed. Eric became obsessed with securing the neat shot.
(And yes, many of our possessions are now labeled, as Eric got a much-desired label maker for Christmas. I love it.)
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