She Said They Were The Best Cookies She’s Ever Eaten

And that constitutes a blog post. I can’t deny these from my readers.

The title came from Ari, who really did say that after biting into my delectable cookies last night. And I think she was telling the truth. I made them for a little get together at her apartment with Kate and Jaclyn for dinner, lots of wine and fun times with Jack.

When I knew this soiree was happening, I knew that cookies were in my plans. I mean, me, go to a party, and not bring cookies? Ridiculous! Any occasion out of the ordinary day to day routine requires some baking on my part. Birthday? Cookies. Promotion? Cookies. Your boss sitting with you in the emergency room for 8 hours when you have a broken toe? LOTS of cookies. Yeah-when I had my little toe incident my boss sat with my in the emergency all afternoon and night and missed a huge benefit because of it. She definitely deserved cookies. Well, I decided for dinner with some healthy food bloggers that my I had to make cookies that were healthy. Just a little bit. Maybe. Ok, I don’t think they were actually healthy, but they had yogurt in them, only a half stick of butter and no eggs! Let’s just pretend they’re healthy. I found this fabulous recipe about 7 months ago on Orangette that just sounded too good (I linked to the recipe on her site). All chocolate. I’m a chocolate fiend, so I knew I had to make them. I first made them in April or May or some time in the past for my friend Jen and they were a hit. Chocolatey, rich but not super sweet because of the yogurt. These need to be made again for the ladies. And make them I did.

The problem with the recipe, however, and with any chocolate cookie recipe is that it is hard to know when they are done because they don’t get brown like non-chocolate cookies. I think I need to invite a tool that automatically tells you when cookies are done. Cause it’s always a guessing game! Especially with these. I left them in the oven for the allotted 11 minutes but couldn’t tell in the slightest if they were done. Speak to me cookies! Are you raw? Are you cooked? Let’s just say that it’s a good thing that they had no eggs because they were pretty undercooked on the inside. I definitely took them out of the oven too early. When I made them the first time, they were cooked fully and were a little chewy and a little crispy-a good combo. This time, they were totally fudge on the inside with a hard shell. But, that was ok because they were kind of like brownie cookies. And why doesn’t like brownies. I sure don’t know anyone who does. Well, if you’re the type of person who doesn’t like brownies, please don’t show yourself. Just keep that to yourself. Thanks.

Anyway, I warned the girls that the cookies were undercooked (I HAD to try one beforehand to make sure they weren’t poison, of course) but they still dug in. And after Ari’s first bite, she declared the title to this post. And doggonit, I believe her. I brought a large tupperware full of cookies (I made some candy corn cookies too-those were a dud) and it was empty save for two within about 8 minutes of opening it up.

We were all trying to be girls and not eat the last cookie. A couple more glasses of wine though and those two were gone. Well, the chocolate one was, but that other one somehow ended up in a glass of wine but no one noticed. So I went to take a sip of wine and there was a cookie in it. It was nasty. We dubbed it cookie wine. Don’t ever make cookie wine. Every time someone tried to drink it (which happened a lot), we would yell “cookie wine!” and it was immediately dropped.

The last time it was dropped on the couch. Whoops.

All in all, a good time was had by all. Maybe a little too much wine. Yummy food cooked to perfection by Ari, Kate getting caught in a hurricane, attempting to play pick-up sticks with skewers, oooing and aaahing over my toe, blogging. Let’s just say the night ended with all of us squeezed on the couch arms around each other, dozing on each other’s heads, mumbling about who knows what while Jack was trying to be a 5th wheel.

And I’m gonna declare that I think those cookies had something to do with it. Cause they were the best cookies ever, goddammit.