Anti-Climactic Cookies

Well, I'd found this cookie recipe that sounded absolutely scrumptious: Key Lime Coconut White Chocolate Bit Cookies. Himself picked up most of the ingredients (a full half-pound of butter, no less) and I set to work this afternoon. They were fairly labor intensive but sounded so magnificent that I began entertaining possible better names for them. I was thinking perhaps Tahitian Splendors (not that I've ever been to Tahiti or know whether they have limes and/or coconut there).

After being mixed, the batter had to chill in the fridge for a minimum of an hour. I put them in and settled down to watch The Met's rendition of "Carmen."

The recipe (no, I'm not going to share it with you) said to bake them for 14-16 minutes at 375. For the first tray, I set the timer for 12 minutes and they were terribly burnt. Seems 8 or 9 minutes was the right length of time.

But still they were just "okay." Nothing spectacular. Nothing worthy of an improved, exotic name.

By the time they were done, I was pretty cranky. "Carmen" had been good right up until the end when the magnificent solo by Escamillo that I had so loved in Madrid when we went to the opera there never happened. So I was already cranky about that. And then the Just Okay Cookies happened.

Fortunately, my good neighbor who is a fine caterer had delivered a turkey pot pie to us yesterday after Himself had helped her pot some plants. So that made our dinner along with a vegetable and some applesauce. A cookie for dessert. If the cookies were better, I'd provide a link, but as it is I've already thrown out the printed-out recipe and deleted The Pin.

It's okay, Scarlett. Tomorrow -- indeed -- is another day.