So happy it’s Thursday!! Let’s get this party started…
So happy it’s Thursday!! Let’s get this party started…
Chocolate Chunk-Mocha Cookies
Amazing cookies, filled with chunks of chocolate and covered in mocha frosting. #chocolatefriendsofTenaciousM enjoy!!
Yield: Makes 3 dozen
Ingredients
2 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
2/3 cup unsweetened cocoa
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 cup butter, softened
3/4 cup granulated sugar
2/3 cup firmly packed brown sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 large eggs
1 (11.5-oz.) package semisweet chocolate chunks
Mocha Frosting
Powdered sugar (optional)
Mocha Frosting Ingredients
1/4 cup unsweetened cocoa
1/4 cup hot strong brewed coffee
1/4 cup butter, melted
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
3 1/2 cups powdered sugar, sifted
Mocha Frosting Preparation
1. Stir together first 4 ingredients until smooth. Gradually add powdered sugar, stirring until creamy.
Cookies Preparation
1. Combine flour and next 3 ingredients in a bowl.
2. Beat butter and next 3 ingredients at medium speed with an electric mixer until creamy. Add eggs, 1 at a time, beating just until blended after each addition. Gradually add flour mixture, beating at low speed until blended. Stir in chocolate chunks.
3. Drop dough by heaping tablespoonfuls onto parchment paper-lined baking sheets.
4. Bake at 350° for 10 to 12 minutes or until puffy. Cool on baking sheets 2 minutes; remove to wire racks, and let cool 30 minutes or until completely cool. Spread cookies with Mocha Frosting. Dust evenly with powdered sugar, if desired.
Note: Dough may be frozen up to 1 month or refrigerated up to 2 days. Let stand at room temperature before baking as directed.
A piece of poetry I just read. Enjoy!
My grandma returned
to tell me one last story
about how she met
the man she loved,
how it depended on
the weather, her dress,
how she looked at him
and he at her.
It was a story of
love and contingency,
the thousand factors
which added up
to this unlikely life:
but for her dress and
the clouds overhead,
I would not exist.
She sat right there,
just beside me,
like she used to
when I was a child.
I remember every detail,
but have no idea
what it all meant –
it was just a good story.
Maybe we do not need
to moralise or seek
the meaning of it all,
maybe life is best lived
listening to good stories;
stories about the weather
and what she wore
and how they fell in love.