I was obnoxiously delighted to find chocolate-dipped coconut sugar cookies upon my return home one night. I talked about it for days. Here’s why:
- My dad made them.
This is significant because:
- My dad never bakes. Ever. I have literally never seen this. Not even a box mix.
- No one put this idea in his head. He just decided on a whim to bake up some delicious treats.
- AND THEY TURNED OUT SO GOOD.
Upon asking him why he was baking these, I received this delightful quote:
“I just wanted to do something nice for Mom. I saw these on Salt and Serenity and just had a craving. I couldn’t find unsweetened coconut though, so I just had to use sweetened. You wouldn’t believe all the things you have to do for this recipe. It says that the dough should chill for three hours, but I was like, ‘No way. I don’t have time for that!’ so I just threw the cookie sheet out on the snow for half an hour. It worked great!”
Now, my dad will occasionally forward me posts from Salt and Serenity, asking me to make whatever delicacy she has posted that day. I haven’t yet done it, and clearly he was ready to take matters into his own hands.
Still utterly, puzzledly delighted,