I am not very good at throwing parties. And what I mean by that is, I am not very good to myself when I throw parties. Early in the week, it seems brilliant to me to plan an assortment of five or ten different dips, from handmade anchoide to wasabi-lime-pea, assortments of farmer's market vegetables chopped in perfect bite sizes by hand, warm olives marinated with a mix of herbs and citrus, etc etc, leaving me dreading the event by Friday. As time goes by, though, I'm getting a little, tiny bit better at taking it easy. Cooking for groups (especially on weeknights) now needs to involve foods that multiply well and can be prepared in advance—chili! braised lamb shoulder! giant peach cobbler! The days of individual pizzas may be over.
At least I'm trying. We're having a party this weekend, and I'm keeping it simple. There will be plenty of beer. And there will be cookies.
But not just any cookies. Those cookies. I'm totally late on this one, I know, everyone's over it already. I just couldn't get them out of my mind after seeing them here, and here...
So I bought the féves (and some other very nice chocolate, Callebaut Bittersweet 70%) and some Muscovado sugar, which was recommended on egullet, and I'm raring to go. I'll keep you posted.