I’m a sensitive person. Please, no negative comments about my singing, baking or weight. Outside of that, I’m pretty easy-going. Or, at least I think so…in my head.
Recently, I’ve been working on some new cookies. The first one came out really well. It’s called the Hawaiian. It’s an amazing combination of pineapple, coconut, macadamia nuts and white chocolate. I love it! Everyone who has tasted it, loves it. Proud, that’s what I am…proud to have created it.
The second one didn’t fare so well; I won’t bother with its name. All of the people who tried it, including myself, had mediocre reactions, at best. I knew it wasn’t finished, yet I sent it to a friend anyway. Why did I do that? Am I some sort of masochist or something? But that’s not what’s truly bothering me.
It’s the third cookie that’s bringing me down. You see, specialty cookies have been my latest obsession. The newest one is called the Pick Me Up. It’s a dark chocolate cookie with dark chocolate chunks and chocolate covered espresso beans. That’s right…whole espresso beans! Now, I know not everyone is going to love this cookie. That’s why it’s in the ‘specialty’ category. Duh…it’s special! But it still hurts when people say they don’t care for it.
Now, it’s a well known fact that I seek approval through my cookies, but more importantly, I crave honesty. My friends are the first to test my cookies because I depend on their truthfulness. Snuda gave me her honest opinion about the Pick Me Up and I respect her for that. She doesn’t enjoy the crunch of an espresso bean. She isn’t a big fan of the brownie texture. She’s my friend. She pulls no punches. That’s the way friends ought to be.
Still, I’m wondering again…why did I send her that cookie?
Was I excited? Definitely.
Am I masochist? Maybe…but let’s stick with my exuberance. The Pick Me Up is my 15th cookie. It’s dark, sweet, and intense…kinda like me.
You want some?