When I found out my favorite cookie lady of Chicago had her own website, I went nuts. I spent days figuring out which ones to try first. While I'm always here for her delectable, buttery, sweet cookies, I wanted to support her business and get more than just a dozen of her city-famous butter cookies. So, I stacked some strawberry frosted and peanut butter cookies onto my order.
I waited and waited, assuming that since I was a local lady, these would not take too long to get here. I forgot that EVERYONE and their mama is online these days, hip to her cookie game. I was picturing the goodness in my mind, thinking of which mug I'd fill with milk and honey. I could hear the crunching in my mind. I just...wow...how can I explain this--Lady Di's cookies just make you feel good. I've been wrapping my teeth around them for a while. I ninja my way into any packets my dad brings with him from the various eating joints that sell her stuff. Yes, it's that serious. Hers is a brand of butter cookie that is exact, perfect, and leaves that little greasy ring when you put them down on paper. Baby, this is the real deal. There are very few companies in Chicago who know how to make real butter cookies.
(And this dame...uh...I can't crack a recipe for a good butter cookie to save my life.)
Anyway, I was all over the door every day. Since I got no update as to when they were shipping, it seemed like it took forever. Well, they came yesterday in a box covered in "fragile" stickers. So I'm racing to the kitchen, slicing open the box. I'm offering dad's gf a few for the road as I remove paper. I'm doing a double take as I peep each cookie pack.
They were all broken!!!!
Cue the cookie-loving heartbreak. They were padded by an extra box and newspaper, but so many of them were still broken. There's a dozen in each box. The strawberry cookies barely made it. The butter cookies were all in pieces. The peanut butter cookies attempted to survive, but for the most part were all over the case. I was crushed, but I tell you what--I still ate those dang cookies. I paid for sugary goodness, so I was determined to eat the sugary goodness.
Watch me yak and eat and complain about it here.
It was sorta worth the purchase, but, somebody abused the hell outta my package. I'm sure of it. But, it happens. A box is stacked on the delivery truck, it falls, it tumbles. Maybe the processing belt jiggled my tasty parcel to and fro. I mean uh, they were all pretty dang tasty, soooo...even with the risk of cookie crumbs, again, I'll probably buy more.
I can always crumble them on ice cream! :-D