Chewy Chocolate Mint Cookies with Chocolate Chunks

Oh Chocolate, My Chocolate

Cookies!  Woot, woot!  I haven't made cookies in like...forever...forever...forever! (I thought.)  But I figured I should perhaps take a look and see just how long it has been.  Yeah, I looked back and saw this blog from June 15.  Two months can seem like a long time, especially when cookies are involved (and chocolate).



These cookies sound good.  Real good.  I'm unsure about the mint; I've never baked with mint extract. (That could of course be a lie, since I was sure I hadn't baked cookies in, and I quote, 'forever...forever...forever'.)

Just a taste...

Chunks of bittersweet chocolate...

 and cocoa powder go into these cookies.   Double the yum.
I decided to go with bittersweet chocolate, as I have a lot of it in my pantry at the moment. (Just not baking like I used to...and that too is bittersweet.)

 These cookies are a two day process.  First the cookie dough gets made.  And this needs to rest in the fridge for at least 24 hours.

The next day is all about baking.  Well, there is also tasting involved. 














 These cookies are good.  The mint extract is not so scary.  It merely imparts a  hint of mint in these chocolate cookies. 
You can get the recipe here (and see what everyone else thought of these).

And these cookies were a perfect compliment to our morning coffee.  Yes, cookies were eaten for breakfast.  Life sometimes feels too short...take a sweet bite whenever you can.

Oh Captain! My Captain!

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,

The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,

The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,

While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;

                         But O heart! heart! heart!

                            O the bleeding drops of red,

                               Where on the deck my Captain lies,

                                  Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;

Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,

For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,

For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

                         Here Captain! dear father!

                            This arm beneath your head!

                               It is some dream that on the deck,

                                 You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,

My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,

The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,

From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;

                         Exult O shores, and ring O bells!

                            But I with mournful tread,

                               Walk the deck my Captain lies,

                                  Fallen cold and dead.

By Walt Whitman