Today I decided that I was in the mood for soft, chewy M&M cookies because I had a gorgeous block of Irish Butter that was just pleading to be baked with (Pretty sure it pleaded with a brogue). So I searched around and found a recipe on Martha Stewart.Com. A quick review of the recipe showed a promising ratio of brown to white sugar and a healthy shot of vanilla, which really appealed to me. It being a Martha Stewart recipe, did not appeal to me, however.
I know, I know. She's supremely talented and she is a successful woman who has built an empire on the strength of her own sweat and hard work. I'm all about credit where credit is due. However, there are things about her that read false. For example, her Larchmont Lockjaw accent. She's a Jersey girl. Nutley New Jersey to be precise, which is about as far from the tony Connecticut coast where she landed as a married woman as it is from Beirut. Under that affected accent and WASPy exterior beats the heart of a spray tanned, Bumpit wearing Snookie. If Martha would do more to acknowledge her humble beginnings and defrost some of that adopted Connecticut iciness, I might respect her more. But I digress. . .
Despite my personal misgivings about Martha herself, I went ahead and made her recipe. Good thing I did because they deliver on their promise of a soft and chewy cookie and the taste of the Irish butter was not lost in the mix. I chose to substitute Valentines M&Ms for half the chocolate chips (because I'm festive like that) and the results were quite fab.
So what was today's cookie sense memory song? I have attached it below. This will stay in my head for the rest of the week until next week's band practice knocks it out with something else. God forbid I walk past a Mrs Fields and get a whiff of cookie goodness, I will end up humming and whistling it for the rest of the day. Something tells me that this NEVER happens to Martha Stewart.
I must admit, I LOVE this song and the kids do a pretty amazing cover of it. It sounds like cookies, no? OK maybe not.