Conor took my dress out of the freezer this morning, in an attempt to remove a wad of gum I had accidently sat on 2 weeks ago, cementing my dress to the wooly pink sweater I was wearing on top. I managed to scratch most of it off the sweater, but the dress needs a rescue mission I have no faith in. Freeze it off? Sounds like something my Mum would do.
I ate cake for lunch two days ago, and again for breakfast this morning, but none at all yesterday, on a day above all else which warrants eating as much cake as you can humanly consume no matter the time of day – my birthday. I turned 25, and chose to eat at the restaurant Conor and I first met (same place, different branch). My earliest memory of him is choking on a dumpling, and the waitress taking our order playfully winking as she tells me to be careful. She may have been onto something, as 6 months later we were married, and then 4 months after that we decided to do it all again (legally). Our wedding pictures have arrived and I’m working on a blog post; the first in a while unrelated to food. Although there hasn’t been a lot of the latter either.
Our flat is officially finished. Although Conor is convinced I’ll find something else that needs to be changed/fixed/bought/assembled despite all my assurances. We hosted our very first sleepover, and now that our guests have left I’m determined to deflate that nightmare of an inflatable mattress and reclaim the study. It feels homely, smells like us, and I’m getting the hang of an electric hob. Except I now have something else to hyperventilate over – several house warming parties. Really the only one I’m concerned about is the party for my family – I’ll be trying to squeeze 25 people into a flat big enough for 2, and cooking for them all. I don’t even want to think about the clean-up after.
I realise I’m posting a second cookie recipe in a row, and usually I would be against that. Except these orange and dark chocolate chip cookies aren’t just any cookies – they’re the first proper thing I’ve baked in our flat. Conor would argue they’re not … I threw some random fruit into ramekins one night and made crumble, but I don’t think that counts. I no longer have the top of my Mum’s deep freezer to photograph on, so you’ll probably see me use our floors as a backdrop more often.
- 210g unsalted butter
- 330g light brown sugar
- 1 large egg
- 1 tsp orange essence (optional)
- 390g all-purpose flour
- 2 tsp bicarbonate soda
- Juice of half an orange
- 100g dark chocolate, roughly chopped
- Preheat oven to 170C/325F/Gas mark 3.
- Cream together the butter and sugar until light and fluffy. Add the egg and and orange essence and mix well.
- In a seperate bowl, sift together the flour and bicarbonate soda. Add this to the egg mixture and combine well. Squeeze in the juice of half an orange, and fold in the chocolate chips (leave some aside to press into the top of the cookies)
- Roll the dough into balls (approx. 2 tablespoons per cookie). Press gently with your palms so they are slightly flattened, and press some extra chocolate chips on top). Place on a baking tray lined with greaseproof paper – be sure to space them out as they become quite large once baked! Bake in the oven for 15-20 minutes. Allow to cool for a few minutes on the tray before transferring to a cooling rack and allow them to cool completely.