fat free opinions on a food centric life
Yesterday I was a baking maniac, working to finish working on the remainder of my 12 Days of Cookies, belatedly. With our bedroom in decent order, and the family room beginning to resemble a place where we can relax again, I was able to put …
Day Seven of our 12 Days of Cookies Extravaganza brings a bit of sunshine on a day that surprisingly absent of it, which makes it a very pleasant day to be baking. I’d like to say that Bing is crooning holiday songs on the Bose …
My contribution to Day 3 of our little 12 Days of Cookies event is the Black-and-White Cookie, and to be honest, I’d never heard of them before. I was simply attracted to the look of the frosting and the simple aspect of dark and light. Well, and that cute little screen Gourmet has on their site with dancing Black-and-White cookies.
I had no idea that they were close to being a revered treasure to New Yorkers. Absolutely none. Does it count that we have fish tacos? Okay, so maybe not.
Black-and-White cookies are not really cookies, evidently. And now that I’ve made my own, I’d agree. Biting into one is more like biting into a piece of cake. They’re light, they’re fluffy, and they’re less than fun to frost, but oh so worth it.
Do you think The NY Black-and-White Cookie Police will nab me because I used orange juice instead of lemon? And sprinkles?
So far in this foray into Gourmet’s Favorite Cookies: 1941 – 2008, I’ve only experimented with new cookies. But I have nine days to go, so I’ll get to the older recipes soon enough and true to form, I’m already struggling with making the recipes exactly as written. I can’t help it. I’m incorrigible.
But these Black-and-White Cookies? Oh. My. Forgive me for choosing not to make dainty proportioned cookies.
I can’t resist pomegranates. Although I’ve never owned a tree, I can remember knowing where at least one was growing when I was young — no matter where I lived — and kept an eye on it to see if it mattered to whomever …
Everyone has their rituals for special days — whether they involve huge family gatherings, or quiet time scheduled for two, food has a tendency to permeate them all. I know. Big surprise. With respect to Thanksgiving, my mother always insisted that we eat early — …