Today I set out to make Neiman Marcus chocolate chip cookies, in order to alleviate a creeping feeling of depressiness that started sometime this week and will hopefully abate entirely by tomorrrow evening. I downloaded the recipe off Neiman Marcus’ own site – if you try, I bet you can find it. It was funny because it seemed like a ploy to avoid bad press, and they didn’t pull it off very well. But the recipe was clear.
So I mixed and I cooked and I sat and ate leftover cookie dough and a few oranges, watching Star Trek while I waited. Then I called my Dad downstairs to try a few. “I made Neiman Marcus chocolate chip cookies,” I told him. “But we didn’t have any eggs so I used water and flaxseed instead, the internet said it would work. And we didn’t have any light brown sugar so I just used regular granulated sugar instead. And we didn’t have any baking powder so I just left it out, and we didn’t have any regular all-purpose flour, so I used buckwheat pancake mix instead. The cookie dough tastes great, so I think it worked.”
“I hate to tell you this,” Dad said as he munched on a cookie, “but you didn’t make Neiman Marcus cookies. These are Megan cookies!”
And I guess he’s right.
They were too crumbly to be non-Megan cookies, anyway!