Since Superduperamazingblogidea has been put on hold, scheduled to commence on Christmas weekend now (methinks Friday so the G and I can cook up a storm together) I have to entertain myself somehow. But provided I’m still hesitant to cook anything too rich or succulent lest it wakens the sleeping dragon in G’s turbulent tummy, I kept the dinner portion of the evening very simple and light: some spicy garlic roasted mushrooms, dahl (red & yellow lentils), rice… and just because it’s one of his ridiculous comfort foods, some Maggi noodles (for the blissfully unawares, those are pretty much the Indian version of Top Ramen. Yeah. Fancy pants cuisine right there hehe).
FYI The mushrooms were gloriously easy – just tossed white mushrooms in olive oil, lots of garlic, a little salt, black pepper, and chili flakes, pour entire mixture into a baking dish, top with chunks of butter (or Smart Balance haha), and roast in a preheated oven at 400 degrees for about 20 minutes. The garlic melts into the butter and makes this sumptuous sauce… I found this recipe online at Smitten Kitchen and just had to try it. So simple, so soft, so savory. Squeeze lemon juice once out of the oven and sprinkle with basil or oregano or cilantro or whatever you like. YUM!
I love simplicity, but… I have the kitchen bug in me. In the past month or so a dormant being has been summoned to life in my bones, controlling my urges, my actions, the very tinkerings of my mind, where all I can think about for hours on end is the magic awaiting me in the kitchen (seriously, the channel I watch most on TV is Food Network). I love to create. Love love love it. I may not be good at it, but I love it. I’ve never been as thrilled by cooking and baking as I am now – is it simply because I’m doing it with and for my husband now, or that I have complete reign and freedom over a kitchen (as opposed to living with parents and always worrying about what they would like)? Whatever the case may be, I just feel so at ease here that I want to continue to drum up specialties, or at least try. For example: Eventually I’ll start a line of a variety of crispy spring rolls, I guarantee it! Once I create a variety that is…
It always comes back to creativity. At some point I’m going to be more focused and driven on my writing again, having already started on a few projects that are now lying wistfully by my side. <<Don’t worry my lovelies, I’ll give you some attention soon! I promise!>> Until then I am expanding my desire to imagine up something special into different forums. What a blessing it is, I suppose, that I have the ability and opportunity to explore different avenues. As a child I was all about drawing and painting, so artful expression is inherent to my nature. And honestly, cooking is an amazing outlet, the beautiful method in which we can nourish our sanity and humanity.
But I digress. The point of all this rambling is to explain why I decided to dream up cookies too. But oy! Don’t think that I am on the fast track to Chubbsville with all these sweets. No, these I actually dreamed up with the intention of having G share them with his coworkers, a little holiday treat for them.
And so after a bunch of thinking and consideration, I eventually settled on black&white cookie sandwiches, little buttery drops of goodness filled with rich chocolate or various fruit spreads… But no. That didn’t work out and I shall tell you why.
- No double boiler set up to melt chocolate (i.e. I have no metal bowl to melt my chocolate in)
- The cookie batter didn’t conform to the little teaspoon shape I wanted, so I improvised.
And thus, black & white thumbdrop delights were born, thumb-pressed to be filled with any assortment of things.