As usual, I was baking these cookies at 10pm at night. Then I was up by 6am the next day for a long drive to the Northampton/Amherst, Mass area to visit my daughter, with cookies in hand. So it wasn’t until I arrived a few hours later that I had a chance to photograph these drool-inducing cookies, in a plastic container, in my car… seriously. It’s not a proper tribute to the amazing Joanne Chang and her stunning new cookbook, Flour, but I had to write about these. I’ll let you find the book and recipe for yourself, but I’m going out on a limb and declaring these to be the best chocolate cookies I’ve ever made, and likely ever tasted. They’re almost solid chocolate with just 1/2 cup flour in the entire recipe, so I guess it’s hard to go wrong. The texture is impossibly soft, and they crumble in your mouth while retaining a bit of gooiness in the middle. My description probably makes no sense, because these cookies defy laws of nature in their awesomeness. (I didn’t edit or publish this book myself, but Joanne is a friend, and she gave me a copy for free, so of course I’m biased. But seriously, avid home bakers need to check this one out.)
The funny part about making this cookie delivery to my daughter at college is that I also stopped by Donut Dip in West Springfield on the way up. So I arrived with a huge container of cookies and a dozen of the best donuts imaginable. But this is a photo of the “meltaway.” Oh my god.
My weekend trip included a little farm visit. This llama was hysterical. He’d spot you coming from a hundred feet away and go straight to the fence to greet you. Then he’d pose. Well, maybe it was a “she.”
This sheep was the opposite — hiding behind the tree. In fact, you probably can’t tell, but there are two more sheep hiding behind that tree too. Sheep are huge, so I’m not sure how they achieved this optical illusion. But seriously, how cute is this sheep?
This rooster wasn’t so much cute as it was the “boss.” He kept doing that cock-a-doodle-doo thing that roosters are supposed to do at sunrise. Except this was about noon, and he just wanted us to know who was in charge. I think he’s eating some grass.
And this little sign cracked me up. Okay, maybe I’m just clueless and there are some types of sage not for cooking. Too bad all the herbs (besides the dill) were gone because it’s so chilly up there already. But those colored leaves are so gorgeous, I didn’t mind a bit.