Category Archives: Cookies

If It Wasn’t for Harold Crick, I’d Never Have Tried Cookies and Milk

There are lots of cookies in this world, and having overactive imagination, I sometimes like to ponder, how would A taste paired with B, hence me concocting this weird cookies. But if I die tomorrow and have to choose my last cookies, without a doubt, I’ll pick the ol’ chocolate chip cookies. Back then, when I wasn’t allowed to use the oven (ehm, actually I was too scared to go into my parents’ kitchen, lots of rats!), my favorite chocolate chip cookies was Chips Ahoy.

Believe it or not, I’d never had cookies with its loyal companion of all time, milk, until I watched Stranger than Fiction. Harold Crick, the IRS agent, fell in love with the baker he’s auditing. I don’t recall the whole detail, but there was this one scene where Ana Pascal offered him a plate of cookies and told him to dip em in milk. I used to think it was just a cutesy thing to do, that serves no real purpose whatsoever. It wasn’t bad, and actually I’m liking it. This means a lot, coming from someone who cannot drink milk as is (don’t like how it tastes, somehow it induces vomit). I think that’s why I’m so short…. The milk lends buttery taste to the cookies. The icy cold milk and warm cookies create the hot-and-cold sensation. Sometimes if you leave the cookies long enough in the milk, it absorbs the liquid, filling the airy holes in the cookies with it. And kinda like it.  I drink milk as an excuse to eat cookies.

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Happy (belated) Valentine’s Day!

Some people think we’re against Valentine’s day just because we don’t celebrate it like most people do. Nope. Actually I think it’s cute. An excuse to do something special with my son. He’s not in preschool so I have to come up with ideas to keep him occupied every day. I admit, sometimes I let it slide, and let him watch tv longer than he should. But most of the time, I will find activities we can do together. See, I can’t do arts and crafts for the life of me. I tried, but we ended up not having fun. Fortunately, he loves helping me in the kitchen.

Yesterday, after making a simple Valentine’s card, we settled to baking pink cookies. The first batch went ungraciously inside the trash. As much as I hate wasting ingredients, it was awful. Too much rose paste, it left a perfumey aftertaste. My son said it tasted like soap. The second batch were good, but didn’t taste like something special. Our goal here was to make something “special-y”. Then I remember we had a tub of homemade green tea ice cream. I crumbled some of the pink cookies on top, it tastes okay, but lack of the “special-y” taste.

Samu’s Cookies, "It’s Not Yummy, but They Look Pretty"

It’s funny how as kids get older, they sleep in more. I remember those days when my son would wake up at 6am or sometimes 5am, waking me up so I would play with him. He stopped doing that the moment he turned 3. But this morning, he woke up at 8am instead of his usual 11am routine. Guess why he woke up so early? Because I promised him that we can bake chocolate chips cookies if he wakes up early. I didn’t even remember until he reminded me this morning.

The baby was still sleeping, so he could have mommy all for himself. I helped him put the cookies into the oven and take them out when they’re done. The rest, he did it himself, following the recipe from Sesame Street activity book. Halfway through, I realized that we ran out of chocolate chips. I know, should have read the recipe carefully before making it. So, we raided my husband’s stash of candies and found a bag of M&Ms. And hey, isn’t that leftover macarons from last week? We crumbled the leftover macarons into the dough, and topped those cookies with M&Ms. Off into the oven they go. Continue reading