Have you ever had that moment when you realize that something is perfect? Not just really good or exceptional, but perfect. The best that has ever been. No need or room for improvement. Just flawless bliss.
I found that feeling… in a cookie. And not just any cookie. A molasses cookie. I know that sounds weird, but I’m in Amish country right now. That’s like a thing here. I don’t know. They put molasses in everything. Sometimes I hate it. But in this case it was perfect.
A deep brown cookie with a savory taste that cuts through the sweet. Gooey without being mushy. Crystalized sugar on top to add a layer of sophistication to the texture. The symmetry of consistency was exquisite.
I have never eaten anything like this cookie. A bit of salt hidden deep within the experience. And best of all, handmade locally and bought at a farmer’s market.
I was afraid it might be a once in a lifetime experience. Just one perfect cookie from an otherwise mundane bakery. But it wasn’t. I had three more all as divine as the first. Now all I can think of is how to get more molasses cookies and if I can convince my husband to try and learn to replicate the perfection for when I no longer have access to my cookie dealer.
In conclusion, I have written a love limerick to cookies.
There was a cookie so fine,
The molasses truly divine,
But now I have none,
And I miss them a ton,
So I’ll type a blog to whine.