I’ve made these cookies before, just a couple of weeks ago, as a matter of fact. Bucky said they were “phenomenal.” I liked them a lot, too.
But the baking challenge that interests me most is being able to bake in my sleep. Contrary to the common understanding, I’m not necessarily wide awake every Friday morning at 5:30 a.m. On occasion, I must admit, wakefulness doesn’t arrive until the second or third cup of coffee, well after the cookies are in the oven.
Any woman worth her salt can follow the instructions of an established recipe to produce a respectable cookie. And if she serves that cookie within the first few hours of its little life, the eater is likely to be satisfied with the experience. So what.
My project, which is to serve cookies to my friends at 8:30 a.m., demands something more. It depends on the thing I covet most from practically everything and everyone: forgiveness.
To my thinking, if the recipe is repeatable — if the measures and steps come with a little give and take, if I can learn to follow the steps in my sleep — the recipe is a keeper. Let me know if you think this one is. If it’s not, I hope you’ll do what the recipe didn’t and forgive the baker.
Come and get ’em!
P.S. Patti Mens (Gabe’s mom) brought me another huge bag of dark chocolate from Belgium yesterday, so I’ll be able to make this cookie many times over! Thanks, Patti.
P.S.S. I’m taking Monday as a vacation day so that I can bake Friday Cookies for Monday’s Tenth Annual Taste of Coker, which is taking place at the Cobra’s soccer field from 6 to 8 p.m. If you have special requests, please let me know. See you there!