Excuse me, can I have your attention?
Ahem. AHEM. AHEM!!
Oh I see you are paying attention now. Yes, chocolate will do that.
Hey you! I’m back here. FOCUS!
[Sheesh. I feel like I am teaching my high schoolers. And now you know what kind of teacher I am. As a completely unrelated side note – I was so that kid in high school that never stopped talking. I was actually kicked out of homeroom in 7th grade for making sprinkler noises with my tongue during a standardized test. And in US Government, the teacher made a seating chart with me as an island. No one was sitting within 2 seats of me in every direction. I would like to formally apologize to my teachers.]
Now who needs to focus, huh, Katie?
Right, chocolate. I’m back.
There are times when wordplay is important; when making up fancy names for things is considered clever and necessary. Often these are the times when we want to make ourselves feel better that what we are eating isn’t really as bad as all that.
This is not one of those times.
It’s December 17th (WHAT?!?!). For the love of all things holy, eat something that is bad for you. You deserve it – the holidays are in full swing, the to-do list is a mile and a half long, the snow is making you want to hibernate despite needing to go outside to buy those last few presents, and the temperatures are cold enough to freeze your eyelashes and nose hairs. (True, right Holly?)
I you WE deserve some decadence.
But I want decadence without the work. And again I’m playing the “Its the holidays and I deserve to get everything I want” card, because I can.
Decadent, easy chocolate. (My favorite kind.) Yes, pleaseandthankyou.
The cookies, when baked, were just okay. However, as fate would have it, when I made them I only used half the box. Which meant that a couple days ago, when a chocolate craving hit (like it does approximately 17 times a day), I had this box to tempt me into baking.
But I got to thinking (I know me thinking is normally a scary prospect, but you already know how this story ends) that maybe I can just leave out the egg and not bake the dough. I mean, we all know that the unbaked dough is better than the baked cookies anyway. Why not put all pretenses aside and just do it?
Well, I just did it. Go ahead and call them truffles if you must. And yes, that would be the sophisticated thing to do.
But me? I’m not going to kid myself. I’m calling a spade a spade. These are really just balls of cookie dough covered in chocolate.
And you know what?
I am totally fine with that. In fact, I like it.
No, I love it.
I just added enough margarine so that everything held together, rolled the dough into bite sized balls, and froze them for 30 min or so.
Then I melted chocolate discs (thanks again Averie!) and dipped the balls in it (teehee…go ahead and laugh at the stupid ball jokes. Use the holiday card. I forgive you.)
And then I ate them until I was nearly sick.
And I’m okay with that.
Because the holiday spirit dictates overeating chocolate at least once, right?
Do you like raw cookie dough or baked cookies better?
The only problem is that I now have a freezer full of these little bite sized nuggets. Wait, that’s not a problem at all.