More American than apple pie: Oreo-stuffed chocolate chip cookies
2.21.2011
Don't lie to me, I know that you all read the internet like fiends. It's okay, so do we. That's why we love you. However, you might have seen a whole bunch of posts raving about nothing other than Oreo-stuffed chocolate chip cookies.
Yeah. Team America.
In the incestuous world of cooking blogs, the link love all leads back to Picky-Palate. Of course, I don't know who's picky palate you are trying to trick by shoving an Oreo into another cookie, but someone out there has to hate Oreos in a bad way. Maybe vegans? A little internet sleuthing turns up this post from October 2010. On a vegan food blog no less! So plaudits all around Vegan Rocker Girl.
Of course, we had to try these. Stuffing one food inside of another has a long history in this country.
Even in the making of cookies. Lauren called it "research into the American lifestyle," but we all know that she just wants us to fit into whichever corner of the American heartland we eventually land in. It was easy enough to purchase one bag of Newman's Own fauxreos and whip up a batch of dry batter (to better retain its shape during baking). 12 minutes later we had little pillows from heaven.
I had one fresh from the oven. Amazing. Served at a dinner party with a scoop of vanilla ice cream, it would blow your guests away. Or cookies and cream! I had a second on Sunday morning for brunch before hitting up the paint store, the Loews, and then 4 hard hours of cleaning our new apartment. Lauren was famished and exhausted, but I was still running on all cylinders. I then went to the bar and shared these bounties with some friends. It would not be a stretch to say that their minds were blown. As were their bellies, as they had to leave half-eaten morsels on the bar. A great location that served to strike up three different conversations with other (all female) bar patrons who clearly thought that they had found a new way to capture the hearts of their men. I even gave one of them away to a woman who was asking more questions than a cub reporter looking for breaking news. She ate half of it before heading off to dinner. I told her to throw it away, but she tucked it inside a napkin. BECAUSE THEY ARE THAT GOOD.
Now, I have seven of these monstrosities left, so for the love of god and my waistline, someone come take them away from me.
Yeah. Team America.
In the incestuous world of cooking blogs, the link love all leads back to Picky-Palate. Of course, I don't know who's picky palate you are trying to trick by shoving an Oreo into another cookie, but someone out there has to hate Oreos in a bad way. Maybe vegans? A little internet sleuthing turns up this post from October 2010. On a vegan food blog no less! So plaudits all around Vegan Rocker Girl.
Of course, we had to try these. Stuffing one food inside of another has a long history in this country.
Even in the making of cookies. Lauren called it "research into the American lifestyle," but we all know that she just wants us to fit into whichever corner of the American heartland we eventually land in. It was easy enough to purchase one bag of Newman's Own fauxreos and whip up a batch of dry batter (to better retain its shape during baking). 12 minutes later we had little pillows from heaven.
I had one fresh from the oven. Amazing. Served at a dinner party with a scoop of vanilla ice cream, it would blow your guests away. Or cookies and cream! I had a second on Sunday morning for brunch before hitting up the paint store, the Loews, and then 4 hard hours of cleaning our new apartment. Lauren was famished and exhausted, but I was still running on all cylinders. I then went to the bar and shared these bounties with some friends. It would not be a stretch to say that their minds were blown. As were their bellies, as they had to leave half-eaten morsels on the bar. A great location that served to strike up three different conversations with other (all female) bar patrons who clearly thought that they had found a new way to capture the hearts of their men. I even gave one of them away to a woman who was asking more questions than a cub reporter looking for breaking news. She ate half of it before heading off to dinner. I told her to throw it away, but she tucked it inside a napkin. BECAUSE THEY ARE THAT GOOD.
Now, I have seven of these monstrosities left, so for the love of god and my waistline, someone come take them away from me.
Labels: baking, cookies, Fletch, stuffing things inside of other things.
