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Eat at Joe's: Marry me cookies
The chocolate chip cookie that taught me something about The Husband before he was The Husband.

Carl’s Chocolate Chip Cookies. See recipe below!
(Photo by Joe Yonan)
Marry me cookies
I don’t really do anything for Valentine’s Day. It’s not that The Husband and I don’t relish the chance to express our affection for each other; it’s that we’d rather do that on any random Tuesday rather than succumb to the pressure for perfection that can surround Feb. 14. I still remember the time a couple of years ago when I came home to dozens of roses and a note that said, “Just because.”
But the impending Hallmark holiday does give me the chance to write about the sweet thing I cooked for him when he wasn’t “the” anything quite yet: not The Boyfriend, not The Fiancé, of course not The Husband.
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TBH, I had gotten pretty cynical about dating at this point, and I was especially frustrated by how many prospective partners seemed to have such issues with food. Or, to be more charitable about it, how many of them didn’t share my, well, gusto for it. I just got the sense that they were so much more concerned about their appearance than anything else, and while I have no shortage of vanity, my love of eating has always outranked it.
Anyway, I had come from dating someone who was so careful about food it was infuriating. “That’s such a huge portion!” he’d say when I served him something — something I thought was no such thing. “I don’t do dessert,” he’d say, which should have been a deal-breaker.
So when I started seeing Carl — we met at the gym, where we shared a personal trainer (Ivan, the best trainer either of us has ever had) — I was a little worried this same difference might show up again. On our first date, he was a good eater, but he did confess some dislikes that gave me pause. No “cooked fruit”? What about jam, what about pie? I would eventually learn to convert him.
But one evening, he hadn’t been feeling well, so I made him my go-to for such occasions: A clear-steamed chicken soup with ginger and scallions that I learned from Nina Simonds. He ate a bowl, seemed to revive before my eyes, and asked, “Got any cookies?”
Be still my beating heart. Right?
I didn’t have any, but I couldn’t resist the chance to whip up some. I used what I had to sub in for the ingredients in a basic chocolate chip cookie recipe, tossing in some rolled oats and a little whole wheat flour, some shredded coconut and pecans. Of course, plenty of chocolate — long before I knew that he preferred milk to dark. And one of my special ingredients, then and now: Fiori di Sicilia, the orange-vanilla extract I buy from King Arthur Flour that’s a traditional ingredient in some Italian baked goods. If you haven’t tried it, it’s got an almost haunting, ethereal fragrance, and it adds just a touch of mystery wherever I use it.
I scooped out huge portions of the dough — ¼ cup! The cookies spread a little more than I had intended, but that just meant that the edges ended up being chewy-crisp and the center softer.
The important part is how the cookies taught us something about each other. Carl took a bite, his eyes lit up, he might have moaned a little bit, and he asked for another. He also said, “I taste a little orange and vanilla,” which, well, major points for his palate. But more importantly, I realized that here was a man who loves food as much as I do. Maybe he’s The Keeper?
I asked Carl this morning if he remembered what the cookies taught him about me. He didn’t hesitate: “You were taking care of me,” he said. “I thought it was so sweet.”
I made them again recently, and just like that first time, I adapted to what I had in the pantry. Out went the whole-wheat flour and chocolate bar; in went more all-purpose flour and semisweet chocolate chips (see milk chocolate, above). This time, using a trick I’ve learned from great food stylists (Hi, Lisa Cherkasky!), I pulled the cookies a little early and used a little offset spatula to nudge the edges toward the center, which thickened them.
Fifteen years later, I realize, it turns out that cookies are much like a marriage, aren’t they? You love what happens naturally, and you also aren’t afraid to roll with the punches, be flexible and, perhaps most importantly, put in whatever effort it takes to make things work for the both of you. Now that is sweet.
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