Tuesday, May 11, 2010

One down. Four days to go.

 Motivation was not on my side today.

About half way through my workday, as my mind started to wander and my eyes glazed over like doughnut holes, I was sure of two things:

1.  Monday will never be a friend to me.  Only an acquaintance.
2.  I needed something sweet.

I knew the energy levels would be dangerously low once I got home so I needed to make something with as few ingredients as possible.  I also needed a relatively foolproof recipe since Dancing With the Stars was coming on and I would be paso doble'ing between the kitchen and the living room to catch the performances.

I was able to fit the ingredients list and the directions on a single Post-it note.  

That never happens!

Anyway, I decided to go with a classic, simple cookie.

Chocolate-Dipped Shortbread
Adapted from Recipezaar

 1/2 cup butter, room temperature
1/4 cup sugar
1 cup flour
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
3 oz semi-sweet chocolate chips

Preheat your oven to 350 degrees.  Line a cookie sheet with parchment paper.

Cream together the butter and the sugar until light and fluffy.

Beat in the flour and vanilla.

Don't worry if the mixture looks crumbly.

That's just how shortbread dough is.  It's nothing personal.

Using your hands, press the dough together into a mound.

Pinch off chunks of the dough and form them into 3/4"-1" balls.  Roll them in sugar (I skipped this part because I'm nutty like that) and place them on the cookie sheet.

Now flatten those jokers.

I tried to use a cookie cutter on some dough I rolled out (notice the two lonely hearts in the back row) but it was too fragile to work with.  I decided to stick with rounds.

Slide them into the oven and bake for 12-15 minutes.  When they start to brown around the edges, take them out and carefully transfer to a rack to cool.

I mean it when I say "carefully."

I got a little excited and yanked up the corner of the parchment paper as I was transferring them.  

My bad.

Once the cookies have cooled, prepare the chocolate.

Microwave the chocolate chips at 50% power in 30 second intervals until smooth.  I added 1/2 teaspoon shortening to thin out the chocolate and make it easier to work with.

Dip, drizzle, sprinkle.  Let your creative juices overfloweth.

Of course, you could always eat them plain (weirdo) but I prefer my shortbread (and cakes and doughnuts and cookies and marshmallows) with a bit of sho-ko-lah.

Let the cookies sit until the chocolate is set.

These shortbread cookies are rich, buttery and ridiculously easy to make.

Next time, I think I'll try adding a little bit of creme de menthe and make a homemade mint milano.  

But not until this season of Dancing With the Stars is over.


  1. Oh my. Those cookies are calling my name.

    Momma's coming babies! With milk!

  2. When you dip, I dip, we dip. Unless you'd rather dunk.

  3. Thank you for the visit on my blog!
    I loved you cupcakes so much I had to share it with my friends! They're so beautiful! I wish i could bake things like that!
    I thinks it's great the way you combine sweets with beer AND movies! Three of my favorite things.
    My friends here in Brazil have a pub with more than 100 labels of beer, but some of the ones I see here thay haven't even heard of! They also stop by vary often to see your latest treat!

    I hope you stop by more often, and when you need a translation don't hesitate to ask!


  4. Oh no. That song! The video still gives me the heebies. I'm a dipper. ;)

  5. hehe... you should have come made some at my house too :). I was having Monday blah's as well and way more interested in DWTS too! I found food in the fridge that needed to be used before it went bad, that's what I had so I didn't miss DWTS! your cookies look yummy though!

  6. Monday's not just an acquaintance, it's the acquaintance that always winds up getting invited to the parties even though nobody really knows who is actually friends with Monday - they just don't want to hurt Monday's feelings for some vague fear of Monday eventually creating some sort of awkward situation out of the whole thing and making every body feel bad, even though nobody likes Monday in the first place.

    God, I hope Monday doesn't see what I've just written there.

  7. Exactly.

    And every time you run into Monday, it's the same forced, awkward conversation about what you did over the weekend and how someone always has a case of said acquaintance.