Sables. Why must they torment me so?
They are little medallions of pure cookie bliss. When made correctly, they appear to be oh-so-beautiful and dainty.
So, why, oh why, after chilling in the freezer for 2 days, do they come out looking like this?
I know that many a-food blogger will comment on a less-than picture perfect dish and say "Well, it's not winning any beauty contests." But mine go above and beyond not winning beauty contests.
You know the treasured community chest card in Monopoly that reads: "You just won second place a beauty pageant! Collect $20"? When you pull this card, you first joke around and talk about how pretty you are (you don't do that? Is it just me?) and then curse the person who beat you out. Then you wonder what kind of cheap-ass beauty pageant only awards $20?
Well, if there was a card that says, "You just got hit with the ugly stick! You owe the hospital $200.", these cookies would be sure to pull that card.
Sure, I could have prettied it up with sprinkles and decorations, but I have been doing this and frankly was not in the mood. Yes, I burned the edges. And please, if you leave a comment saying "They look good to me!", I'll know that you are just being nice and you don't really mean it. But I appreciate the kind words. Thank you.
But they do taste good. Minus the ugly looks, they are perfectly buttery, with a slightly sandy texture that is a pleasure to eat. I was sure to work with an even hand and not to overwork the delicate dough. I rolled my logs using a Chopin piano pieces book, hoping that his grace would rub off on my cookies. But alas, I was left with strange shaped, burned cookies. Deliciously, oddly shaped, burned cookies.
Check out Barbara of Bungalow Barbara for the recipe and check out the rest of TWD for some 1st place winners in the beauty pageants. I'd award them $100. Because I'm nice like that. And I'm the banker.