So I have been quite a fan of cookies in the past. In particular Cookie Time cookies (a famous-in-New-Zealand brand). So much so that at my 21st birthday my mates gave me a litre of milk and a cookie. Bastards.
Due to an unfortunate timing issue between my diagnosis and my mum sending a care package from NZ, up until about a month ago I’ve had a package of Cookie Times sitting on the top shelf in the kitchen. Taunting me. I obviously couldn’t eat them but neither (until recently) could I bring myself to chuck them away.
We were travelling in Ireland last year and I found a lovely gluten-free baking book by Hannah Miles (link to amazon if you’re interested). The first recipe of which was for chocolate chip cookies. Which, this weekend, I decided to adapt to something like the old choc almond cookie time.
- 125g butter
- 125g white sugar
- 125g brown sugar
- 150g oat flour
- 100g almond meal
- 1 egg
- 100g dark chocolate
- 100g white chocolate
- 100g blanched whole almonds
- Cream the butter and sugar together until light and fluffy.
- Beat the egg in.
- Mix in the almond meal and oat flour.
- Roughly chop the chocolate and add that with the almonds.
- Mix thoroughly and leave the cookie mix in the fridge over night. I was debating whether I would put this here step here or not. I’ve read that it makes a difference and my tentative, very non-scientifically rigorous experience says that, yes, I think it does make a difference. At least enough for me to include it, so I try it again.
- The next day, heat your oven to 180C.
- Form the cookies into large balls and place them on a baking tray.
- Pop them in the oven for about 20mins or until they are ready.
So apparently Hippi, our spaniel, also quite liked them… And that will be the last time I leave anything on the table when leaving the house. It was quite the picture: returning home to a happy if slightly guilty looking dog surrounded by chocolate and cookie crumbs.
PS: no dogs were harmed in the writing of this post. In case you didn’t know chocolate is poisonous to dogs. So we were forced to get her to bring them all up (a teaspoon of salt does the trick). Poor thing.