Bad Romance: The Cookie Version
Okay.
Don’t laugh at me.
Last night I had a dream about Lady Gaga (not the first time this has happened) in which she gave me a recipe with which to express her song Bad Romance as a batch of cookies.
I’m not kidding.
Well, okay, she didn’t give me an explicit recipe. She just told me what to do (“make Bad Romance into a batch of cookies”) and gave me four distinct ingredients that had to be included: Oreos, cream cheese, blueberries, and Nutella.
So that’s what I attempted this afternoon. She didn’t give me any real direction in terms of the recipe in the dream, so I just kind of made things up as I went for a small seven cookies batch. What I finally ended up doing was making a cream cheese blueberry cookie base, sprinkling them with crumbled up Oreo (just the cookie part), and then topping them with the Oreo filling mixed with Nutella.
This is what they look like:
So what’s the taste verdict?
Meh.
They don’t live up to the awesomeness of Bad Romance. I think they would have tasted better without the blueberries, but that may be because the cookies were small and the blueberries were overly intrusive (they have big blueberries in Canada).
They’re pretty, though.
Today’s song: First Train Home by Imogen Heap
Throngs of Thongs!
Hahaha, so noodle night tonight reminded me of an incident last Friday that I forgot to blog about.
So.
We (Aaron, Lanky, and I) were driving down Jackson to go to Mongolian BBQ (as per usual on Fridays).
We stopped at the light at 6th street and we saw this group of young runners crossing the street. I figured it was the high school track team practicing.
Then we see this guy running with them.
Who was naked.
Except for a thong.
Everybody in the running group seemed pretty cool with it, as did the thong guy, who just jogged across the street like there was nothing unusual going on.
We were going to follow him, but they ran behind the silos, so we just laughed.
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