I can hear the battle raging on inside of Cookie Monster’s head already: “It look like a cookie. But it not a cookie. But it have chocolate chip like cookie. But it scone. But it round like cookie. How it not cookie? Cookie Monster like cookies. Cookie Monster not Scone Monster. To eat or not to eat scone cookie? That is the question.”
The story behind these scones is pretty simple. Last night I wanted to bake something with chocolate in it. I didn’t want to make another batch of chocolate chip cookies. So instead I made something that looked like a chocolate chip cookie instead. I don’t know what to think about this. Granted, it’s a very good scone. Airy, fluffy, sweet, delicious, easy to make. Vanilla-y with little morsels of semisweet chocolate. Everybody loves them. But I’m starting to wonder how bad my obsession with chocolate chip cookies has gotten if I start making little cookie clones out of other types of food. First the chocolate chip cookie pie and now scones? Maybe I’ve given scones low self esteem, made them the Jan to the chocolate chip cookie Marsha. I mean, maybe it’s always, “Cookie, cookie, cookie!” What’s next? Will my other baked goods start making up fake boyfriends, maybe a George Glass of Milk, to try and convince me of how wanted they are? What should I do about this? How should I put this poor pastry out of it’s misery?
I’ll have to eat it. It’s the only way. Continue reading