A few months ago, Kate and I were going through my stash of cookbooks and came upon this one, The Joy of Cookies, from which I had theretofore not baked a thing, and we joked to ourselves that we (meaning mostly I, as Kate has no time and I occasionally have some) should work our way through it like Julie Powell worked her way through Julia Child’s Mastering the Art of French Cooking.
This, of course, proves once and for all that we learned absolutely nothing like a valuable life lesson from the ensuing movie (Julie & Julia) which we’ve watched together at least four times. And like I need something more going on in my life? Really. Because when I say I occasionally I have some time, I’m talking about a few minutes, here and there, now and then.
Anyway, here we go.
First up? Cream Cheese Cookies. Delicious and not terribly fussy.
Second? Fat Rascals. Caused me to buy currants for the first time in my life. Also very good, even though I let them get a little too brown.
We are taking a brief hiatus in the action to loosen our belts, and stock up ingredients for the next one: Jumbles, which incidentally, Kate came home from school yesterday asking if I’d baked yet. Little did she know the few moments I’d spent in the kitchen on Friday since breakfast were whilst standing in my coat and scarf, eating a hastily made marble rye, ham and spinach sandwich over the kitchen sink after tutoring all morning, before walking the Carmen the dog and then re-sequestering her in the kitchen before picking up Kate from school. Yeah, sure. I baked cookies. Ha!
So. Anyone know where they stock the rosewater at Wegmans? Also, I know nothing about rosewater, but because chamomile tea sends me into anaphylactic shock should I be avoiding it altogether? Stocking up on the Benedryl, too, just in case.
p.s. Please excuse the blurry iPhone photos. They’re all I had time for, and then poof! the cookies were gone.