I woke up Saturday morning with Eric sleeping soundly next to me and Maki curled up at the end of the bed. It took me a moment to realize what was so strange about this: it had been 2 months since I’d been home on a weekend. Maybe all that travel is why this summer has flown by. I took this as an opportunity to relax a bit, which meant baking cookies, followed by a day of eating and drinking and time spent outdoors with friends (eating and drinking, of course). It was exactly what I needed. A chance to decompress a little.
While I sat at the table, dropping heaping tablespoons of dough onto the baking sheet, Eric walked into the room and inspected the cookies that were cooling on the wire rack. Always eager to be my taste-tester, he snatched one up and took a bite.
These are great! Where did you get the recipe?
I looked up.
What do you mean? I created it.
They’re really, good. There’s some kick there. Cayenne?
Yup. And some cinnamon too.
I love that. Gonna post these on the blog?