Don’t mind the glare. Or the flour dust on the shelf.
We were surrounded. For weeks. By cookies. Crisp and buttery. Rich and fudge-y. Crumbly and chewy. Gloriously fattening. They were all there, for a long time. After New Year’s I thought I wouldn’t want to see, let alone bake, another cookie for a while. Six whole days went by before I decided I needed one of them (really, I thought I could go longer). That’s when I made these chubbers: Bittersweet Chocolate Chunk Cookies.