When I was at Oberlin, there was this “company” which provided a saintly service: Cookies On Call. Actually it was just this one woman working out of her home, but she was literally responsible for the weight gain of hundreds of college students circa 2004. Saturday night would roll around, and after the one and only bar (hell yeah, Feve!) would close, we’d all stumble to my house and lay about like a pride of drunk lions, watching Cocteau films and talking about how post modern everything was. Somewhere around 3am, someone would say “heyyyyyeee….. we *urp* need COOOOOOKIEEES.”
Back then I had an actual landline with a replica 1920s telephone. I thought I was so cool. We’d call this poor lady up, I think her name was Denise, and we’d be like “Cooooooookies?” And she would be like “what flavor can I interest you in tonight, ma’am?” and I would be like “blarggghhmph.” She would miraculously take my address down, or maybe she just knew it because I had a cookie problem, and within 40 minutes, a large pizza box with 9 giant- and by giant I mean gargantuan- cookies would arrive at the doorstep of the large victorian manor I called home.
The doorbell would ring, and everyone would shriek because our house was haunted. Someone would suggest it was the police, and others would say it was our resident ghost, Rebecca, whom we had conjured with a Ouija board and never managed to de-conjure. It might take us approximately 5 minutes to remember we’d ordered cookies, and that there was a blizzard, and Denise was shivering on our porch. We would collectively tumble into the foyer, and gratefully pay her in quarters. She was always lovely.
Sadly she worked for Oberlin as a cafeteria baker, and one terrible day the college decided she would have to choose between her day job and moonlighting as a rogue cookie dealer. I think they were jealous, and I believe Oberlin did a great disservice to Mankind with their ultimatum, and Denise of Cookies On Call should have won a Nobel Peace Prize. She closed down her business, and we were horrified to discover that if we wanted cookies, we would have to bake them ourselves. It was the end of an era, and I consider myself forever blessed to have been part of the one and only generation to have experienced Denise’s genius.
Denise’s enormous cookies were chewy, piping hot, with countless pockets of oozing molten chocolate. These triple chocolate chunk cookies are my homage to Cookies On Call.
R.I.P. Cookies On Call. Gone but not forgotten.
TRIPLE CHOCOLATE CHUNK COOKIES
- 2 1/4 cups flour
- 1 tsp. baking soda
- 1 1/2 tsp. cornstarch
- 1/2 tsp. salt
- 1 1/2 sticks of unsalted butter, melted (3/4 cup)
- 3/4 cup brown sugar
- 1/2 cup white sugar
- 1 egg, and 2 egg yolks
- 2 tsp. vanilla
- chocolate chunks, either hand chopped, or chips of your choice
- suggested music: Beat Happening “Hot Chocolate Boy”
Mix your dry ingredients in a bowl, making sure to incorporate the cornstarch very well. In a separate mixing bowl, cream the butter and sugar, adding the rest of the wet ingredients. Slowly add in the stuff from the dry bowl. If you haven’t chopped your chocolate, do so now. Don’t worry if your chunks are not all the same size. That is part of the fun. Or just use a bag of chocolate chips. Whatever.
Fold in the chocolate, and refrigerate the dough for two hours. I know, it sucks. Just do your best, ok? Allow the dough to soften for a bit, then heat your oven to 325˚F (162˚C). Line a baking pan with a baking sheet if you are lazy, or grease it if you like washing pans. Sometimes dishwashing in the winter is nice right? Keeps your hands warm.
Make little dough balls on the sheet, keeping them well apart from each other. WARNING: there will be spreadage, so all attempts to make cute bunny shaped cookies will be futile. They will end up looking like amoebas anyway. Bake the cookies for 10-12 minutes. The longer you bake them, the less chewy they will be, so it’s your call, but this recipe is generally a chewy recipe, because of the egg yolks and cornstarch.
You can also make the dough ahead of time, roll it into a log, and wrap it in baking paper. That is good if you’re on a diet, you can just make one cookie at a time. But yeah… good luck with that.