Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Crackled Cookies

A nice side effect of Hubby's side job as a coffee roaster is a little bit of play money for him. Clearly, I am not very good at sharing my own play money, because he was beyond thrilled to finally get some too. He decided to invest in his baking hobby, purchasing a food scale and the book, BakeWise.

Last Monday, Labor Day, he recruited the kids to help him bake a new kind of cookie. Cookies are my Hubby's lifelong obsession and love. When we go to his grandma's house, the first thing he does upon walking in the door, if he is not intercepted by a hug, is to check the cookie box on top of the fridge.

I think the fact that I don't bake cookie very often is one of my wifely failings in his eyes, and he has taken it upon himself to remedy the problem and bring our children up properly in cookie-lore and production.

These cookies surprised me in their simple beauty and amazing taste. I am told they were composed mostly of different types of sugar, which contributed to their richness. Hubby seemed pleased with the result, and enthused at length about the interesting articles in his book on the chemistry of cooking. For my part, I'm just going to get a glass of milk and enjoy one of his creations.


  1. They look delicious! Beautiful, as well!

    Oh, do you have to answer that? Yes, the doorbell..yes, it's me.."May I come in for some coffee and cookies?" Hee hee

  2. Oh, it's no wifely failing that you don't bake many cookies. Then I get to do it! :)