Immediately, you know what it is.
[It's a no brainer, really.]
Warm, fresh-baked, chocolate chip cookies.
And you don't think you've ever loved your mother more than you do the moment she appears by your side with a plate of hot treats and a tall glass of cold milk in hand.
There are few things in life more comforting than homemade cookies and milk. A source of joy, a reminder of your youth, a cozy memory that brings a smile to your face and a nostalgic ache to your heart.
Today was one of those days where it just felt right to relive that memory.
[Plus, when there's snow still clinging to car windows in the middle of the afternoon in March, it's basically fate.]
We may have been lacking in the milk department, but we made up for it by baking a cookie inside a cookie.
Yeah, I caved. I normally am not big on baking fads *coughcupcakes*, but these were just too intriguing to pass up. That being said, I still think stuffing cake inside of a cookie is nothing short of, ahem, silly, to say the least, and you'll never ever see me baking such a thing.
But Oreos inside chocolate chip cookies? Tantalizing, with just the right amount of bizarre on the side.
Plus, Chelsea and Roods have been dying to make these for ages, so I figured it was now or never. And so, Chelsea, Roods, and Matt came over this afternoon for a baking date, fresh package of Oreo cookies in tow.
To be honest, these look more like miniature chocolate chip scones than actual cookies. And I love it.
I didn't actually eat any [still not eating sugar!], but the look of pure bliss on Chelsea's face, after weeks of sheer anticipation to take a bite, was worth it alone. Matt and Roods also loved em, so I was happy to have provided my KitchenAid to make it happen.
And now I can tuck away yet another baking fad under my belt.
And likely won't be picking up the spatula for another one any time soon.
...but I guess it wasn't too awful.