I feel like an olive.
Friday, 15 April 2011 § 4 Comments
Briny. Pitted. Dark.
Anyhow, I wrote a whole long post processing the first round of exams, but it was the sort of dark and whiny and wallowingly despairing thing that, at second thought, is not really meant for public consumption. (Insert big melodramatic sigh)
On the upside, I guess, instead of drowning my despair in alcohol, I’ve sublated it through stress baking. Two nights ago after I decided to give up on comprehending anything I was reading, I whipped up a batch of — wait for it — olive biscuit cookies. At first you might think, “quoi? Olive cookies?” But just run with it. They’re the perfect grown-up cookie: a mix of savory and sweet; a little pouty but also indulgent.
I didn’t bake them off that night because I didn’t think any of my cookie cutters were up to the task. I stopped by the kitchen gadget store on my way to campus yesterday, though, and found the PERFECT one:
Yes, dear readers, that is a screwdriver. For Screw This cookies. The end result:
Yeah, sure, they look a little wonky. I blame the olives (which in turn blame me for not chopping them finely enough). And is it not fitting that I sort of screwed up my screw this cookies? (nb: Heidi over at 101cookbooks suggests baking them for 12-ish minutes for little tiny cookies; my screwdrivers wanted closer to 17)
I wish I had time to muse more over the semiotics of screw this cookies, but alas: time to conquer the day and the reading list. With a screwdriver.