This morning at our inspiring, pre-work "huddle," my manager was giving suggestions on how we can discover things about customers who are there to open personal checking accounts, leading to possible add-on sales. For example, we could find out if there was a need for them to open a business checking account by asking this casual, easily-worked-into-conversation question: "So, do you sell cookies as a side job?"
I don't think I missed anything. I believe I've told it exactly as it happened.
So of course I found this sales strategy less-than-promising and immediately tuned out the rest of the meeting. What resonated, however, was this brilliant key word: cooooookieeeees.
I spent the rest of the meeting thinking about cookies and how I needed to make some the moment I got home from work. The thing is, I don't have my tried-and-true Mrs. Fields' cookbook unpacked now, and I don't really trust an untested recipe. Plus, in the spirit of my life these days, I wanted to make a kind of cookie I'd never made before.
Enter my friend Colleen. Colleen is a woman I used to work with who has gone on a cookie-makin' RAMPAGE recently. I see her beautiful pictures of the cookies she makes posted on Facebook, and they make me want to reach through the screen and attack!! I asked her if she had a favorite recipe for the cookies I wanted to make and she came through promptly with the link to one she'd been wanting to try. Stopped on the way home for a few missing ingredients and was well on my way to
Today's New Activity: Baking Chocolate, Semi-Sweet and White Chocolate Chip, Macadamia Nut Cookies
I never used to like chocolate cookies. Chocolate chip cookies...yes. But I always thought chocolate cookies were kind of not-so-good. Something changed recently for my taste buds, though, and I was suddenly down to depart from my predictable Pecan, Chocolate Chips.
So thanks, Colleen, for the recommendation. It led to this:
Richest dough ever. And this:
Baking times all wrong (oven's fault)! Then these:
Mmmm. They turned out pretty good. I had to restrain myself though, because apparently my Mom had the same wild baking impulse, and she created this lovely hunk of happiness: a graham streusel cake with double the called-for topping and icing, to boot.
Hot damn. It was a good day for eating in these here parts.