Generally, if I don’t make bread then I don’t eat bread. I haven’t made bread since late-December. That must be some kind of record. I love bread. I was raised in a carb-loving, yeast-craving family. Breakfast doesn’t feel complete without some type of flour-based treat. Nothing eases me more than a lightly toasted piece of buttered homemade bread with a cup of tea. That was my RX when I first landed in Ireland- experiencing the meaning of homesick for the first time in my 19-year old life.
One day I’m writing about a detox and the next cookies. Welcome to my world! I missed spending time with butter, sugar and vanilla, not to mention a Pandora playlist of my choosing. So, in preparation for Sunday’s series two premier of Downton Abby I spent some quality time with the aforementioned ingredients and made some special cookies.
These cookies are good, like really, really good.