These are my favorite Christmas cookies. Last night I mixed up a couple rolls. They are refrigerator cookies -- two-foot-long rolls, 2" across, wrapped in waxed paper, and frozen.
This morning I cooked up the first half a roll, only to discover that last time we cooked tofu-marinated-in-onion-sauce on this cookie sheet, the onion flavor lingered.
As I write, I am eating delicately fragrant onion cookies with my tea. It's not so bad -- like strange cookies from some exotic country. It's just odd, to expect chocolate and taste onion.
(short pause)
Well, that's it. The rest of these are getting given to the raccoons that live down my hill. Four is enough onion cookies for me.
2 comments:
Hmm. An abundance for the raccoons.
Gama -- thanks. Rick -- urk. Scott -- decidedly. All -- I'm happy to report that I've washed the pan, cooked the next batch, and am now munching chocolate pinwheels the way they were meant to taste.
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