Limey I am so sorry.
If ever "cookies" needed to be photographed for posterity it was yours.
But I was not organised enough to sort it out before they went. Please bear in mind that I was troubled in mind and spirit when they arrived, so the joy they occasioned was extraordinary for me at the time.
Mum & I came home from our walk, all hot and sweaty and tired feet and all. And there on the stairs was a Zazzle box - the same Zazzle box which came from America with my mug in. The same Zazzle box which went to Scotland with Limey's cookies in. I love it when things are reused, so much better than recycling imo.
Dads was already excited - he loves anything through the post. Mum would have been too, but she seemed to think she had just been on some form of Death Walk, so when she heard it was cookies she groaned at the idea of walking them off. Dads on the other hand was even more excited that it was cookies and immediately put the kettle on.
Lo and behold, a recipe sheet, with the disingenuous "ingredients warning" as if it might contain bleurgh things. I ran into my parents with the news immediately, before even opening the cookies - look! Blue cheese and poppy seed!
It's true.
Bless Limey, she took my savoury tooth seriously and sent me savoury cookies. The ingredients made me blanch somewhat, due to their perceived fat content, but what the hell, they were small enough for a treat. Each cookie was a pale tan, a slight oval, with the edge rolled in poppy seeds. I'm horrid at estimating size - they were approx the length of my thumb across. And there were LOADS! I was really tight sending mine - I chose 6 of the best. Limey sent the whole batch (20+) apart from 2 snaffled from the ends because they were offcuts.
Anyway, the kettle was boiled, but sadly I had to remind my parents that it was Ash Wednesday - a day of fasting - and they couldn't have none. Hahaha, I sneaked one in while I was "putting them away for tomorrow". Lovely! Not cookies really of course. But with the taste and texture of a gourmet biscuit (in the UK meaning of the word) and really, really good. Crumbly, but not so much that they were dry. The cheese was an aftertaste and the poppy seeds (round the edge of each biscuit) gave a really lovely crunch. I had worried that they would be too rich and overpowering, but in fact they were subtle and very moreish. I'm not being a brown noser when I say I would expect to see those in an upmarket deli.
Anyway, next day, both my parents figured they were lovely on their own but even better with low fat soft cheese (Mum) or Extra Mature Canadian Cheddar (Dad). I ate a ration of two, with sliced apple. I am a good girl.
They were gone by Friday, without enough time for me to get organised enough to photograph them. Okay, enough time, not enough manners.
I feel a bit William Carlos Williams about it.
This Is Just To Say
I have eaten
the biscuits
that were in
the Roses tin
and which
I should probably
saved
for photos.
Forgive me
they were delicious
so crumby
and such cheese.
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Last edited by Sundae; 03-02-2009 at 06:50 AM.
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