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Chocolate crinkle cookies!

You can never go wrong with cookies. I think that that is a very important lesson to baking - if you had planned to bake something extraordinary or difficult and just aren't feeling up to it, cookies are always a good option to fall back on. That is what happened today - I had planned to bake chocolate éclairs, but I just didn't feel like it. Plus, I forgot all of my baking stuff in Vienne including my piping bags and I couldn't find any at the store, so cookies seemed like a good option.

Which cookie do I choose? This question could take a while to answer. There are so many amazing cookies out there and they all have different meanings. For example: you make chocolate chip cookies when you just want a damn cookie and don't want to go to the store to get ingredients; you make peppermint mocha cookies when you want to make something impressive, but just for you to eat; you make macarons for the pictures and bragging rights. At least, thats what those cookies mean to me. 

I needed a cookie that would be easy to make, but would look impressive and taste great to everyone - chocolate was the obvious choice for that. But chocolate sugar cookies look so boring and don't taste that great, so I choose chocolate crinkle cookies. They look exciting but are actually super easy to make - they also taste exceptional. 

My host mom and her mom seemed to enjoy them, so my cookie mission had been accomplished! I also enjoyed them so bonus points for that, I am very hard on myself when it comes to baking.



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  1. Your blog is really developing into something quite professional. I really enjoyed this post. The expression in your writing is so on-point. Just wish I could have tried a cookie.

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  2. Staring at these pictures again and wishing you were home to bake them. I miss you and love you, Amelia.

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