So, it's appropriate that when Amy and her charming husband Denis came to visit us this week, they came bearing gifts. Gifts in the form of the best damn sugar cookies that I have EVER had. Ever. They're like butter. Quite literally, as Amy astutely observed. They're not just sugar cookies though. These are COW cookies. Just look:
So this morning, shortly after Amy and Denis left for a few days of relaxation on the McKenzie River, I noticed two remaining cow cookies sitting on the table. Well, my jeans size AND the testimony of anyone who has ever known me both suggest that these cookies will not be around when A & D return later in the week. In no time at all, well, I sort of lost my head.
I'm not sure when again in this life I will have anyone bring me cow cookies all the way from a divinely (bovinely?) inspired bakery in Ventura. So, I will simply show my appreciation in the best way I know how--polishing off these suckas. Sorry Amy. Sorry Denis.
Damn.
4 comments:
God, could I use a cow cookie right now! They are a true bovine piece of heaven! Who is up for trying to steal the recipe?
Question: Would they taste as good if they were pig cookies?
Followup question: A few bakeries in the suburbs of NYC do Oreo cakes (devil's food with ground-up Oreos right in the frosting). Would a cupcake based on a Mother's Circus Animal cookie be as successful?
Closing question: Is it wrong that I don't eat meat but love baked goods in the shape of animals?
Answer. No, because cookies go with MILK but do not go with bacon.
Follow-up Answer. I like where your head is, Nolan. I'm just the gal to embark on this sort of quest. Though I could use a trusty sidekick.
Closing Answer. No. What is wrong is that you cook meat for your dog. Actually, it's not wrong, it is just delightfully ironic.
Send me a couple so I can try them out - I'll let you know how they are
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