Death By Chocolate

When I say death by chocolate, I mean it. Today was one of my most dreaded at work: Thumbprint day.  The chocolate caramel and walnut cookies I make at the Bake are beyond good.  I have a customer who once admitted that she buys them and then hides them in the trunk of her car so she doesn’t have to share with her family.  If you’re willing to go to those lengths you know they must be good.  They are however a giant pain in the arse to make.  First, you have to make the dough the day before.  Next I chop the walnuts, ball up the dough, dip the cookies in egg whites, roll them in walnuts, make an indentation, bake them, and frantically make another indentation before they cool.  Dripping with sweat and with shaking hands (ok not quite) I then fill them with caramel and drizzle them with chocolate.  Frankly it’s exhausting and many times I have cursed my stupid self for keeping them on the menu.  But they are so good and such a good seller that I just can’t stop.  Today I pretty much thought they would be the death of me and after four hours of chocolate and nuts and caramel, I was ready to crawl into bed and call it a life.  So come on down to the bake, buy your thumbprints and finish me off.