When I was at lunch with two of my coworkers today, one had ordered a cookie, which came out on its very own little metal tray. It was such a fun presentation, I immediately started to marvel at it, then nearly screamed, “Don’t eat that yet! It’s my prompt for today!” Thankfully this was a member of my creative team, so he immediately understood my crazy outburst and the other helped me find the right light. It’s definitely wonderful and indeed comforting to spend the day with fellow creative folk. And this quick little doodlewash is the output of that incident and an homage to that wonderful little chocolate chip cookie shrine. As a kid, these were stacked high on a plate, but as an adult, apparently cookies arrive as just a single precious treat. A trophy of sorts, befitting the most popular homemade cookie of all time, and a fun reminder of those fresh-baked cookies I had as a child. I didn’t actually order one of these cookies today, but there’s always tomorrow. And even without sampling it, this one little cookie made me pause and smile.
Though chocolate chip is certainly the favorite cookie of most, my personal favorite cookie as a kid was the amazing snickerdoodle. This was my most-requested cookie and one I’m sure my mother grew rather tired of baking. I still remember the taste of them as they were still warm, having just come out of the oven. And the surprisingly different taste of them after they had cooled. I think that’s why I loved them so much. It was like getting two different cookies and I loved them both the most! When Philippe and I first met, I told him about my craving for snickerdoodles. He had no idea what this type of cookie even was before meeting me. He said he would make them for me, but that was about 8 years ago now and I’m still waiting. This fact just occurred to me, so since he’s sitting next to me, I’ve taken a brief opportunity to remind him. He just shrugged and said, “Okay,” which I know means I’ll have to resort to begging at some point. I just double-checked if he’d actually heard of them previously and his response was, “Well no, it’s not refined enough.” Ugh… the sugar is refined… what more do you need?
In many cases, Philippe can transform one of my childhood treats into something new, but in the case of snickerdoodles, there’s truly not much improvisation to be had there. So, perhaps that’s part of the delay. But now that I’m writing this, my new goal this fall will be to get him to finally bake some. I’m curious to try them again and even more curious to see him make them. Though only the sugar was refined in my childhood, I still have fond memories of it. I didn’t grow up with culinary bakeries on every corner. I grew up with a single neighborhood donut shop. Though we’re both creative people, there are still so many wonderful differences between us to keep life interesting. And it strikes me now that those people and things we fall in love with are pleasing for all of the uncommon bits and not actually the similarities at all. But in all of those differences there’s something that connects us. A tiny, and sometimes silly thing that makes two worlds collide in the sweetest of ways, like one precious cookie.
About the Doodlewash
Da Vinci Paint Co.: Aureolin, Vermilion, and Indigo (my “Vintage” Trio!). Lamy Al-Star Safari Fountain Pen with sepia ink in an A5 Hahnemühle Watercolour Book. Want to purchase a print of this doodlewash? Send me a note with a link to this post, and I’ll add it to my shop!