I’ll be honest, I haven’t much felt like baking cookies lately. In fact, I haven’t been near my oven in two weeks. I’ve also been rather down in the dumps (which is silly, because I live on a freaking mountain–how can anyone rightfully claim to be sad when she lives on a mountain??).
I realized that I would need a little kick to get out of my funk and back into the kitchen. And that kick delivered itself in the form of sriracha.
If you’re not familiar with sriracha (or colloquially referred to as “rooster sauce”–because of the picture on the bottle of the most famous brand, not because it’s made with rooster, you silly geese!), you need to immediately find yourself a Vietnamese restaurant, have a bowl of pho, and fix that. I’m one of the crazy ones who believes that food isn’t spicy unless it makes you cry, so sriracha is my magic go-to sauce at ethnic restaurants when the waiters think that the pasty Dutch-American girl really only meant to make her order “spicy.” Well, hold the air quotes, I say, because a dash, a dollop, or a heaping quarter cup of this stuff quickly restores the dish to its sweat-and-pain-inducing glory, exactly as it should be.
So what does this have to do with cookies? Well, I’ve been feeling uninspired, and so I figured it was time to think outside of the box. My friend Alex had mentioned the peanut and sriracha combination several months ago, and I figured that now would be the best time to experiment.
I bought a bottle of sriracha (and this brand is vegan, although next time I’d like to go all Bonzai Aphrodite and just make my own all natural sauce) and had Whole Foods grind me some raw peanut butter (and trust me, you can taste the difference when it’s raw and freshly ground. Although again, next time, I’m looking forward to doing it myself instead of expensively–though more conveniently–outsourcing the job) and set to work.
In under 25 minutes, I had concocted a perfectly balanced blend of sweetness and spice, perfectly moist and with a warm heat that creeps up and hits you at the very end. These little “Rooster Cookies” were most definitely a surprising success.
But the most surprising part about these cookies was the response. I’m known for pushing the boundaries on my cookie flavors (garlic hazelnut cookies, anyone?), but I was honestly concerned about how these cookies would be received.
The vast majority of my coworkers who braved the break-room caution sign came back with rave reviews–only a few were a bit skeptical, but mainly because they just weren’t sure how to “contextualize” the sensation, as my friend Amir put it.
These cookies were definitely the kick I needed to get my day going and get my back in the kitchen–a proverbial rooster crow to kick the morning off right.
Love and Cookies,