When you finally realise your dream and open a deli / coffee shop / bakery what is it you are really hoping for? Time to do lots of baking ? Loads of manolo-clad ( or ugg-booted, as it’s winter) feet stomping, shuffling and striding over your threshhold? Someone else to do the washing up?
All of the above would be my answer, but the reality is that loads of feet striding over your threshold inevitably means selling out of all the artisan baked goodies you’ve slaved and laboured over for hours. But that’s good, right? Sigh! I think I really understand how my mom’s bakers felt for all those years when 15 waiters had already sold all the scones and cheesecake that they kept churning out all day, even before they were out of the oven. Some times you just want to be able to bask in your domestic goddessness for awhile. Some days, like today, in between giving thanks for the steady stream of oohing and aahing custom, you barely have time to curse the person who bought the last 10 chocolate brownies.
I mean, I know they’re good. I baked them. But who can eat 10 chocolate brownies? And more to the point, how do I stop to bake another double batch in between orders of espresso hot chocolates, free range beef burgers with all the trimmings, avocado, rocket and sundried tomato bruschetta and French toast with Parma ham and verjuice syrup? Ever the dreamer, even I have to admit that I can’t. Once they’re gone, that’s it. No more until tomorrow.
But every good baker has a secret weapon or 6 tucked inside their floury apron pocket. These giant cookies are one of ours. They take literally minutes to throw together, less than ten in the oven, and the smell sells them before people have even seen them. The most difficult thing will be convincing your guests to wait until they’ve cooled before they eat them. And kids of all ages can’t resist them. Even the most hardened chocaholic can be persuaded to ignore the empty chocolate brownie plate when gently tempted with a giant peanut, oat and smartie cookie that takes up both hands. Try them and you’ll see what I mean.
For the recipe, click here, (as usual I’ve posted it straight to the sidebar for easy access), and please excuse me, I’m off to bake a quadruple batch of chocolate brownies for tomorrow’s ugg-booted, baked goods addicts! Bless them one and all…