These are cookies, no doubt about it. Nothing biscuity, delicate or refined about them. They are big bastard things.
Delicious, to the point of heart attack, and guaranteed disappointment-face when the boyfriend asks if there are any left and you have to tell him you gave the last one away.
The recipe is from the all recipes.co.uk website, and previous guest-poster E has also used them as a successful base recipe. She does lovely things like include peanut caramel fudge. I’m not fancy like her, so I’ve gone plainer. Relatively.
Gather together a lot of really unhealthy stuff, in the following amounts:
250g plain flour
Half teaspoon bicarb soda
170g melted butter (recipe says unsalted, but then asks you add salt. Insanity. Just use salted butter)
200g dark brown sugar (I used light brown)
100g caster sugar (to be honest you could drop these sugar amounts by a quarter each, I reckon, if you dare)
Big slosh vanilla extract
1 extra egg yolk
Recipe says 325g choc chips – I used 200g mixed milk and dark choc chips, and 100g chopped hazelnuts
Preheat your oven to 170C and line some baking trays with baking paper. Might take a couple of rounds of baking to get through the mix.
Sift (or whisk) together the flour and bicarb in a bowl.
In another bowl blend the sugars and the butter, then add the vanilla and egg and egg yolks and beat till it goes light and creamy. It’s pretty obvious when that is.
Cut in the dry ingredients, adding to the wet mix. Actually, that is what the recipe says to do. I added the wet mix to the dry. HOLY SHIT.
Things worked out fine. Do it whichever hell way you fancy the most.
Then mix in the choc chips, nuts, etc. It’s a sticky annoyance of a mix.
The recipe also says to then drop 4 tablespoons of mix onto the baking trays for each cookie. More insanity, unless tablespoon means something entirely different here in the UK to Australia. I dropped a heaped, single tablespoon onto the tray. Was fine. Was plenty, actually.
They spread heaps, so leave room, do, between them. Don’t flatten the dough. Leave them in big, dodgy lumps.
Stick them in the oven for about 15 mins or so, till the edges start to lightly toast.
The dog turns 3 tomorrow. She has no idea, she is a bit thick still. She thinks the delicious canned tuna she had for supper tonight was just cause she’s cute. Nope.
Right. Cookies. Pics of the final product after the jump. I should let you know you are in for a week or two of guest posts from valued contributors. I just need to duck off for a day or three and produce a NewHuman I’ve been (very) averagely baking, but will be back asap with tales of incredible bravery and swift emptying of bottles of booze, packets of stinky cheese, and half a kilo of nigiri. All things I’ve been prevented from enjoying for way too long now…. And of dealing with a jealous pup. Poor pup. She has no idea.
Till then, enjoy the cookies. Size of your face, they are. Excessive. Brilliant.