As Joe’s explained, he spent Saturday morning charming the (presumably argyle) socks off the denizens of Rose Park in Georgetown while I hit a birthday brunch in Dupont. Aside from the scintillating presence of a passionfruit, these events had one other thing in common: Deep Dark Chocolate Fudge Cookies. The batch for sale got studded with white chocolate and dispatched with Joe. The remainder got ground into a crust for a white chocolate birthday cheesecake. When I proudly pointed out how efficient I was being, using one cookie recipe to ground my weekend’s baking, Mr. T. looked at me like I was crazy and then went to bed. But I’m used to that, so it’s all good.
Anyway, to the cookies! These are a no joke winner. Ultimately chocolatey, they have a salty, smoky edge that’s very much au courant. And they’re miracles of texture. Like the Brawny paper towel man, they’re tough but tender… with a soft, compact crumb that is simply delicious. These would be excellent to send somewhere too, as they seem to stand up to all sorts of atmospheric abuse without losing their tasty equanimity.