• kitchen sink cookies

    The other day I found myself at Panera in the afternoon rather than the morning, so instead of buying a piece of baguette to go with my coffee, I splurged on a Kitchen Sink Cookie. Thick and chewy, and packed with caramel, chocolate, and pretzel pieces, the enormous cookie was a meal unto itself. I ate only half (or a little more than half, maybe). Back home, I broke the remaining half into pieces and fed it to my children, like the good mama bird that I am.

    And then I became obsessed with recreating the cookie for myself.

    It turned into a bit of an undertaking. After finding a copycat recipe, I had to track down the caramel bits and flaky salt, the large chocolate chunks and the correct type of pretzel. Unable to find the salt and caramel anywhere, I finally ordered them online and, now that I’ve experienced their magic firsthand, both are staples in my kitchen.

    The caramel bits have tremendous power to elevate ordinary desserts — toss a handful into brownies, blondies, granola bars, cookies, rice krispy treats, etc, and the end product is just that much better — and the salt is like magic fairy dust.

    The crystals, some as large as lentils, crumble easily between your fingers, and, sprinkled on top of cookies, cakes, and pastries, they add a delightfully salty-sweet crunch.

    I wasn’t terribly impressed with the dough from the copycat recipe  — the texture of the finished cookie was too airy-crisp, the flavor shallow — so I blended the recipe with my tried-and-true chocolate chip cookie dough, adding some ground oats for chew, using a mix of both baking soda and baking powder, and increasing the brown sugar.

    The second time around, the cookies were chewier and tastier — and in a blind taste test, all of the children said they preferred the one with oats — but now the dough was so stiff it was nearly impossible to shape into balls, argh.

    The Panera cookies are perfectly round and evenly thick, but mine tapered at the edges, the caramel bits melting out the sides to create uneven, lacy edges (which, even though it might make for some great snitching, it’s not ideal). Also, my edges browned too quickly. I mostly solved the problem by mounding the cookies around the edges, and pressing down on the middles (and then filling the cavities with more caramel bits and pretzels), and then severely underbaking the cookies, but still, I never got the uniformity I was after, or the perfect Panera cookie chew.

    Oh well. They’re still good. Great even. When our supply ran out, my older son actually scolded me for not having already made more.

    Kitchen Sink Cookies
    A mash-up of my regular chocolate chip cookie recipe and The Cooking Actress‘s recipe. 

    This is the recipe that I followed the second time, the one that we all preferred. However, next time I’ll reduce the flour to 2 cups and the oatmeal, pre-whirled, to 1, in hopes that the cookies will still be chewy but the dough will be a little less stiff. I’ll keep you posted.

    2 sticks butter
    1¾ cups brown sugar
    ½ cup white sugar
    2 eggs
    1½ teaspoons vanilla
    2½ cups flour
    1½ cups quick oats, ground fine in a blender
    1 teaspoon each baking soda and baking powder
    ½ teaspoon salt
    1½ cups caramel bits
    1 cup chocolate chunks
    ¾ cup pretzel snaps, broken into pieces

    To garnish: flaky salt, and more caramel bits and pretzels

    Brown the butter in a saucepan over medium high heat. Measure the sugar into a mixing bowl, add the butter, and beat well. Beat in the eggs and vanilla. Add the flour, ground oats, baking soda and baking powder, and salt and mix to combine. Add the caramel, chocolate, and pretzels and mix until combined. If desired, refrigerate the dough.

    Scoop the dough onto parchment-lined baking sheets. The bigger the cookie, the better (mine were nearly ½ cup of dough each), so expect to fit only 6-8 cookies per tray. Shape each dough blob into a disk, pushing down on the center part just a bit. If desired, stud the top of each cookie with a couple pieces of caramel and some pretzels (chocolate pieces stay soft, making for messy eating, so I stopped sticking them on top), making sure to push them into the dough. Sprinkle with flaky salt. 

    Bake the cookies at 350 degrees for 10-15 minutes, depending on size. The goal is to underbake them. Like, really underbake them. The edges should be just beginning to brown, the centers puffing up nicely. When I pull them from the oven, I whack the trays on the counter to make the cookies deflate. Let the cookies rest on the tray for five minutes to firm up — they will continue to bake a little — before transferring to a cooling rack.

    Because of the caramel, these cookies can turn hard, even at room temperature, but 10-20 seconds in the microwave and they are chewy-soft again.

    This same time, years previous: the quotidian (2.13.17), it gets better, colds, busted knees, and snowstorms, the quotidian (2.13.12), the outrageous incident of the Sunday boots, mocha pudding cake.

  • the quotidian (2.12.18)

    Quotidian: daily, usual or customary; 
    everyday; ordinary; commonplace



    Just for fun: yet another mac and cheese.
    Smoked sirloin tip roast: still pink, yessss!

    Weather tasting.

    Breathing from the stomach: the stools  his idea  are to hold his shoulders down.
    Letter writing: oh, the agony.

    Glittered lids.

    Friday evening, through the raindrops.

    This same time, years previous: bits and bobs, chasing fog, a taste, one-pot macaroni and cheese, and then I turned into a blob, how we do things, a round-about compliment, potato gnocchi, potatoes with roasted garlic vinaigrette

  • good morning, lovies

    Good morning, lovies.

    The rain is pattering on the roof. The air outside is white. Inside, candles are flickering, the fire is warm. The children are silent: the boy writing a thank you letter and the girl sewing a hole in her pants. Granola is toasting in the oven.

    It’s my day off from writing. I had exciting plans to sleep in but I woke soon after five, my mind racing. Downstairs I made coffee and and then curled up on the sofa to talk with my husband. Kindly, he closed his book and listened to me.

    For breakfast, sourdough pancakes, eggs, hot chocolate, whipped cream, more coffee.

    *** 

    Last week my older daughter left for Florida with her employer, and her employer’s horse and dog.

    They’ll be there for a month, living in a camper at a barn; the employer will be taking riding lessons and my daughter will be helping out wherever. While I was chatting with her on the phone this morning, she got a text telling her to go pick coconuts.

    I guess she’s not in Virginia anymore.

    *** 

    After years of reading about flaky salt, I finally bought some.

    I can’t believe I waited so long. Sprinkled on cookies before baking, it’s a game changer. (Also new to my kitchen, caramel bits, yummm.)

    More about both soon, pinky promise.

    *** 

    When my mom told me I needed to read In Shock by Dr. Rana Awdish, I ignored her for a bit — a book about a doctor turned patient didn’t sound all that fab — but she persisted so I finally checked it out of the library, promptly inhaled it, and then bought a copy of my own to boot. I want my older son to read it, since he’s interested in medicine, and my husband, too, and anyone else who interacts with the medical system. Which is everyone.


    Nutshell: our approach to medical care is screwy. Doctors are pitted against patients. Patients aren’t seen as people. And this doctor, through her harrowing story, experiences these problems up close and then makes changes accordingly.

    Read it.

    *** 

    This afternoon I’ll check my daughter’s math and make sure my younger son practices his music. I’ll write a chatty email to a friend and probably start another blog post. I’ll drink coffee and vacuum the floors.

    Maybe I’ll take a nap, or maybe the kids and I will watch another episode of The Great British Baking Show, or maybe we’ll start a new read-aloud.

    There will be potato soup for supper, and I’ll go to bed early.

    xoxo

    P.S. One more thing: this music video from last summer’s Peru trip.

    This same time, years previous: crispy baked hash browns, eight, gourmet chocolate bark, chai-spiced hot chocolate.