Nothing fancy. Nothing colourful or surprising; exotic, clever or smug. A simple chocolate chip cookie.
I did ponder the many varieties that perhaps maybe made in the time I had. Perhaps peanuts...no so many folk hate peanutty things. Perhaps dried cranberries and white chocolate...oh no, no white chocolate and Miss B is not fond of the little red berry. Perhaps nutella cookies by this lovely lady....oh and it came close! But then the cookie baking would have been purely for me (I can, and will eat Nutella with a spoon)....and no one likes a greedy hostess.
So plain, good quality chocolate chip cookies it was, with a little sprinkly of sea salt ...
(click for link to Mr Hugh F.W's gorgeous Ten Minute Cookie Recipe....fabby to make with wee ones and a very economical ingredients versus cookie number output ratio!)
Such a friendly thing - the homemade cookie. No nonsense; no embarrassing frosting moustache (a la the cupcake dilemma...eat with a cake fork or dive face first in, with no shame??); no 'will I, won't I like this' sense of the unfamiliar; simple and honest, quietly perfect.
Being handed a jar of homemade cookies to dunk your hand into, while balancing a cup of something, made just for you, on someone's squashy couch, cannot fail to bring about a sigh, a smile and a good natter.
Give thanks for uplifting, kind, generous friendship and the humble, but always chummy, cookie x