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New Favorite Cookie!!!!!! ... ???


Well... technically I've never had a favorite cookie, but this "Christmas" goodie was too delicious not to post about! :D
One Saturday, after a piano competition (when Mom usually lets us pick out a yummy-licious), we stopped by Trader Joe's and discovered this inexpensive treat on one of the shelves: PFEFFERNUESSE!!! (for 99 cents a pound... O.O)



I don't know much about the history, pronunciation, ingredients, etc. of this Germain "pepper nut" cookie, but it is thickly coated in powdered sugar, has a thin crunchy/crispy and nutty layer, with a soft, spicy (cinnamon, allspice, clove, etc.) delicious middle that almost melts in your mouth! I'd prefer that the outside wasn't so sweet, but for the strangest reason, I declared it my favorite cookie before tasting it! I kinda regret that declaration, because I have this phobia of somebody saying, "Hey I thought such-and-such was your favorite such-and-such." :s

But anyways - if you ever get the chance to try the cookie, please do and tell me what you think. I know that since I've praised the cookie so much, you're probably going to have high expectations, force that thing down your throat, and think CJ is a lunatic and has bad "taste" in cookies :P . Maybe I shouldn't post about food anymore... (hmmm)


<---Oh and lastly - a photo of what I think is an oxy-moron...


Really?! An odorless garlic pill? *raises one eyebrow and shakes head*










~CJ

Comments

  1. Hmmm... Perhaps the garlic pill removes your sense of smell, and thus you will find that it has no odor..?

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  2. Yikes! That would be scary... I like my olfactory nerves and sensations!

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