Hardcore Chocolate Irony
Recently, in order to rid my house of a 99% cacao Scharffenberger chocolate brick, I made [Scharffenberger's Double Chocolate Cookies/99%].

My friends... those cookies are HARDCORE. You have to be LEET merely to touch them. They are the closest you're going to get to the Platonic ideal of chocolate delivery in a cookie. They are floating somewhere in Plato's perfect aether, barely tethered to flour, eggs and sugar. They are stupendous. Make them: but be sure you put the nuts in them, or your palate will weep for mercy, having discovered there is such a thing as too much perfection.

I haven't ever had or made a better cookie. Honestly.


The irony here is that they make me so sick so fast it's not even funny. I have a poor reaction to caffeine at any time, and the chocolate in these is so close to unadulterated that they kill me. And I don't mean, "cry, cry, my stomach feels bad" sick. I mean they mess with my nervous system. Straight into the brain, diddling with chemicals until I feel like I'm going to die. My heart rate goes through the roof. I can't breathe properly. I can't concentrate, I can't think, I get tremors.

Cookie perfection... and I can't eat them. *sigh* So I'm passing them on to you. Make them! Use Scharffenberger if you can get it. They are utterly worth it!


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