…the tough bake cookies. Orange Congo squares, to be precise.
This has been a difficult couple of weeks, being constrained for time (my own fault, over-booking, etc.) and there seems to be no end in sight. And over-used hands are rebelling with swelling and pain at unexpectedly sharp, persistent levels.
So. What to do in my self-imposed hour or so off duty when knitting brings tears instead of calm? Bake? Sure, why not?
I’ll not get all postcolonial on you regarding the use of the word Congo to connote exotic and otherness. These are cookies with an uncomfortable name to my postmodern ear, however they are cookies, just cookies. And they are very good. Chewy, nutty, fragrant, rich and chocolaty — with apologies to Wm. Shakespeare — “‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy.”