I had a funny dream last night. Or rather, early this morning. I’m not the sort of person who actually remembers any dreams but this must have been one of those you have on the brink of waking and then remember in technicolour glory.
Anyway, there I was walking back from the shops (in my dream), when I met Mr. Kitchen Hand and the MCs at the top of our driveway. Apparently we had to go to the nearby cafe for breakfast because he’d just injured himself and we couldn’t have breakfast at home. (So food obsessed right? Best way to deal with emergency is to head to the nearest cafe).
Upon quizzing Mr. Kitchen Hand, I learned that he had used a faulty electric toothbrush (still dreaming here, we don’t own electric toothbrushes) which electrocuted his jaw and caused a molar to eject painfully from the gum! (Stay with me here).
So we needed to go to the cafe as he needed to drink an iced coffee. He’d spoken to a friend who had suffered a similar fate (electric toothbrush malfunction causing gum ejection), and was advised that he needed to eat lots of ice to combat the effects of electrocution.
The dream ended with me trying to explain Mr. Kitchen Hand’s predicament to the receptionist at the Doctor’s office. She couldn’t stop laughing. Last thing I remembered before waking up, was joking about how at least the injury “wouldn’t affect his bluetooth communication”. (blew - tooth, get it?).
When I told Mr. Kitchen Hand about the dream, he just looked at me funny and said, “You were punning in your dream?”
So there you go. Just in case you didn’t realise how terribly addicted I am to bad puns.
What has the dream got to do with the cookies in the photos is anybody’s guess. Perhaps I could tie it in by telling you these are the kind of cookies you’ll dream about. Or at least the kind your child’s friends beg for a taste of in the playground. I feel really cruel because I’d love to send lots in for MC Senior to share with her friends but the school has a “no-sharing food” policy (in case of allergies). I’m quite sure she surreptitiously snuck a couple of bites to her closest pals though (friends with no dietary restrictions of course!).
Please head over to my friend Hungry Dog’s place for the triple chocolate walnut cookie recipe. It’s from her cousin, who adapted a recipe by Martha Stewart. I followed every instruction precisely, except I swapped pecans for walnuts. And I baked one batch nut-free so MC Senior could take it to school. I found that these cookies actually taste better the next day, after the flavours get to mature a bit. And please use the Dutch processed cocoa, it really makes a difference.
Enjoy the rest of the week, and sweet dreams :)