your goose is probably only half-baked at this point

When looking for a cookie recipe, most folks aren't going to be looking for words like "gluten free," "vegan," or "cholesterol free." Most folks are going to be looking for "delicious," "chewy," and "addictive," because these are the things all good cookies should be. These are both. The name comes from the fact that they taste (to me) like Thailand, thanks to the mix of coconut and lemon, and they're bite-size, so they were originally going to be Thai Bites, but then that came out of my mouth as "Thai biters," and that  sounded like TIE Fighters, and because there is something wrong with me , I became overly enthusiastic and the name stuck. (Also TIE fighters are way, way  cooler than X-wings forever and always and they shouldn't be because they are bad guy ships  so have a contradiction as striking as these stupid cookies.) OH and don't expect these cookies to last very long. They wo...

I was in the grocery buying the stuff I needed to make Thanksgiving dinner and I happened upon a display of Milano cookies, which are one of my partner's favorite cookies. And, since I'd left him outside to mind the bikes while I battled the other shoppers who were all in my way begone the lot of you , I figured it'd be a nice treat to buy him some of the flavors he'd not yet gotten to try. Among the flavors available were mocha and lemon, both of which I purchased. We've not yet cracked into the mocha, as of the writing of this post, but we got into the lemon cookies as soon as we got home and lord preserve me they were stupid good. I mean, lemon and chocolate? Not what I usually think of, or thought of, but now ... Mmph. The following night, we fell asleep on the sofa together until 3:30 am, and because we showered when we woke up, I was all kinds of awake and feisty, so I made the lemon curd used as frosting for this dish. By the time we went to bed (like ...

When I was little, my parents got me the Random House book of Short Stories (which must be out of print because I can't find it anywhere - you'll have to trust me that it's a thing). I loved that book so much, loved all the stories in it, even the one about the green knight who got his head cut off for being a knave. There was one (no knights or beheadings involved) in which a dad and his sons made a lemon pudding, if memory serves, for the boys' mother. It was a funny story - the boys got into trouble for eating too much of the pie, so the dad gave them a beating (beat the eggs) and a whipping (whip the cream) to teach them a lesson - and in the end, Mom gets the pie and says that it tastes like a thousand lemons in the rafters, like the full moon in the sky (something to that effect, anyway). This is not that pie. It is, however, what that pie wanted to be when it grew up. I found the original recipe somewhere between two and three o'clock in the morning, bec...