Mine pies have seen the custard of the coming of the Lord:
He is baking up some cookies with the chocolate chips he stored;
He hath greased his faithful breadpan with half a stick of lard:
The cook goes baking on.
Oh, like that helped…
I have eaten down the cookies to the bottom of the jar;
They have baked another dozen, but won’t tell me where they are.
But I’ve got a stash of Oreos out hidden in my car;
The cook goes baking on!
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
The cook goes baking on!
I am setting out the platters filled with little pies of mince
(They might look a little damp, because I just gave them a rinse;
They were bought in January, and they’d got all dusty since.)
The cook goes baking on!
Glory glory etc.
Indeed he is.
And I’ve had another great idea, which I may try out on you lot. In Whittards you get chocolate covered orange bits, which are very moreish. I reckon that if I was to modify the chocolate chip cookie recipe by taking out the vanilla, adding some orange juice and zest, and putting in these orangey bits, I could come up with a very tasty cookie…
chocolate cockroach cookies… that’s what we want…
Tir, we can’t always have everything we want. Not even when we stamp our feet, and threaten to do nasty things to other people. 
It’s all very well to say that at a safe distance of a 100 miles or so, but will you be so brave when you’re in the same room?
Of course I would. Especially if I accidentally forget the goodies on the train.
Of course I would. Especially if I accidentally forget the goodies on the train.
Mind you on that note - who’s going to help me lug everything across London then? Anyone? Any offers of help for a poor Angua who will have been up all night baking, then got onto a train, and who will then have to navigate the London Tube system armed with a truly crap sense of direction, and tupperware tubs full of cookies and mine pies?
C’mon, Angua, if you can find galaxies far away, you can find Charing Cross. Just head south on the Northern Line from Euston, then when you arrive just take the lid off the box and we’ll find you … <sniff> orange chocolate chip cookies mmmnnnn …
Masterful Sir Doris, I see now why you were knighted!
We need an applause smiley to go with this one 
And Angua, speaking as a person with no sense of direction at all, myself, I feel your pain, but iff no one comes to your aid, deny them your goodies - blackmail is always effective.
What time are you getting to Charing Cross Angua?
Hi Angua - We haven’t quite finalised exactly where our first meeting point of the afternoon is going to be, but when we have done so, and when we know where your train gets in from Brum, we will make sure someone is there to meet and greet you and help you carry stuff to wherever we are. As I’m sort of the unofficial organiser this time round, I guess I’d better be at wherever the main rendezvous point is, so it can’t be me. But I may deputise my good pal Garius, or wait for him to volunteer. Apart from myself, he’s the other gallant gentleman of the group and would be keen to assist, I’m sure.
When I say ‘volunteer’, I mean tell him that if he doesn’t, I’m going to paint some Guinness on his neck and then allow Tir off her leash long enough to get near him. That should be threat enough. Or (threat 2) not pay him back the tenner I owe him from last time.
Still, no pressure mate.
Sorry, correction, pay him back the fiver I owe him from last time.
I so often bake cakes and take them up to London that I have a special cake-holder and bag just for that purpose. It also means that I have to do the icing on the last leg of the train, otherwise it gets rubbed off while being jolted along the journey. Cookies should be easier to transport - if all is lost, you can just toss them
(It had to be said).
OK. My train is getting into Euston at 12:10. I’ll be getting the tube across from Euston to wherever we’re meeting, and I don’t rate my chances very highly of getting across London! If the worse comes to the worse, I will be using curly chick’s suggestion
However, I’m quite sure garius will be willing to help 
Whee! I made chocolate covered espresso bean cookies today. And, I know its bad and naughty to blow your own trumpet, but, damn I’m good! I added a little bit more vanilla than to the normal ones, and baked away. Once you bite through the crisp outer shell, to find that the chcoloate inside has melted ever so slightly, and the beans are just divine, nutty, crunchy, and with that coffee kick.
Yay! Go me.
That said, my housemate has just likened my cookies to an addictive drug. Apparantly he just can’t have one. Because one will lead to two, two will lead to three, and three will lead to the entire plate.
Oh, and I was being slightly flippant about getting across London - I’m bad at navigating, but I’m not that bad - I should manage
Go you, indeed.
You owe me a recipe in return for the idea, young lady.
OK -
[ul]
[li]120g butter[/li][li]70g white sugar[/li][li]70g brown sugar[/li][li]1 egg[/li][li]1.5 teaspoons vanilla essence[/li][li]220g flour[/li][li]2 teaspoons baking powder[/li][li]1 teaspoon salt[/li][li]1 pack cappucino chocolate covered espresso beans (from Whittards)[/li][/ul]
Preheat the oven to 200C.
Cream together the butter and the sugars.
Add the vanilla and egg to the butter and sugar mixture, and beat until combined.
Add the flour, baking powder and salt, and mix until a dough is formed.
Add the chocolate covered espresso beans, and mix well.
Place small balls of the mixture onto lined baking trays, and bake in oven for about 10 minutes.
How’s that then?
I made ginger cookies as well - they’re good too.
:smack: :smack: :smack: Its not 220g of flour, its 260g of flour. This is what happens when I attempt to remember recipes which require exact amounts of things.
It’s a simple mistake to make. It’s 260g of flour to make the cookies, and 220g to get cold fusion. Easy to confuse the two.