It must be something about the deep, constant snowfall combined with the nursing an injured person. It makes me want to cook. Actually, it’s particularly fun to cook out here because I can make all sorts of perfectly wretched (and by that I mean delicious and unhealthy) things, and Joe not only acts like they’re the best things ever baked (which they often are absolutely not), but he also eats most of them. You know how it is when a container of freshly baked cookies calls your name all night long? That rarely happens here.
I found this recipe for homemade Oreos, which seemed fun, but I couldn’t find cocoa in Joe’s cabinets. What I could find was a monumental supply of Nutella, so I decided to make these cookies and use them as the outside cookies for the first recipe’s creme filling (and why is it “creme” when it’s a filling and not “cream”? I don’t know, but it is. Isn’t it?
Anyway, it was a good idea.