That's what I said to T when he came home from work last night before we headed out for dinner to an Italian place around the corner. I was (and still am) so proud of the jars of granola. Plus, in preparation for a possible post-dinner tea party with a visiting friend, I made dough for the best chocolate chip cookies. Really. These are tried and tested and certainly better than Toll House. The secret is in the sea salt. The New York Times printed the recipe here last year. Now, mind you, my prep was last minute and I found myself without cake flour and a bit short on brown sugar, so I simply substituted regular flour and supplemented with white sugar. And, as far as I could tell, it didn't make much of a difference. After dinner, I took the dough out of the fridge to bake, though the recipe calls for 24-36 hours in the fridge. Again, no difference was noticed by T nor the throngs of kvelling co-workers who ate them for breakfast this morning and cursed me for ruining their diets.
One thing I love about living in Thailand is that Thais don't know from baked goods. Their chocolate desserts are just brown and flavorless. Their cookies are crunchy and all sugar. The typical apartment doesn't even have a functioning oven. So, I feel like a superstar when I bring cookies or cakes or scones or any homemade treat into the office. People are just FLOORED that something so delicious can be made by a regular person.
My boss had nothing for me to do today, so I left early and am determined to get some packing done before I head out for a run with my friend E and then a pre-birthday (T's) dinner date. Gogogo!
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