As a child, St. Patrick’s Day was always a source of stress for me because green was not a color that I incorporated much into my wardrobe. So whenever that day rolled around, I was always frantically searching through my closet for anything with a hint of green to avoid getting pinched at school. In retrospect, it probably would have been less stressful for me to just deal with the pinching than to try to find something to wear. But you know how it is – everything seems like a way bigger deal than it actually is when you’re a kid.
When I was a kid, I thought people actually ate lemons instead of just using them as a garnish or for the zest/juice. I thought they were just like oranges, so whenever we went out to restaurants, I would eat the lemon wedge that came with my glass of water. I eventually stopped doing that, but my love for all things sour ended up manifesting in other ways – in elementary school, we had Warhead eating contests and if I can brag for a moment, I was the reigning champion.
I have a confession to make: until I made these bad boys, I wasn’t a huge fan of chocolate cookies. They’ve always felt kind of – this feels so sacrilegious to say – boring and one-note to me. But I must have just been eating all the wrong chocolate cookies because these are something spectacular, if I do say so myself. They’re like a cross between a brownie and a cookie, but somehow even better than both.
It takes a certain level of precision to write with icing, I’ve learned, and it’s a level I have definitely not quite reached yet. There’s nothing like the feeling of betrayal that comes from trying to pipe a straight line and then having your hand shake the entire time. And it’s also really fun to realize that your inability to write in a straight line on regular paper also carries over to cookies. The “merry and bright” cookie has such a slant it’s practically italics! New Year’s resolution: work on my penmanship.
Kitchen accidents are a mixed bag – sometimes you invent the chocolate chip cookie and other times, you just end up with an inedible mess.
These bars include not one, but two mistakes, so you’d think they’d be twice as bad, but they actually might be one of the best things I’ve ever made.
It’s funny how the universe works sometimes.
Can we take a moment to appreciate the word guava? I’m not even talking about the taste of the fruit, just the word itself. Somehow, the most random hodge-podge of letters (I mean, when’s the last time you saw a g and a v together?) form such a great sounding word – guaaavvvaaaa. My English nerd is showing, but I can’t help it! I really love words, and guava is a great one.