The I don't remember what these are called cookies.

I made these cookies weeks ago, but completely forgot about them until I stumbled across the pictures. Unfortunately, the cookies themselves were quite forgettable. The frosting on the other hand? Amazing.



Basically, they were chocolate cookies that I rolled out (I despise rolling anything), cut into thin strips, baked, and frosted. The cookies were good, just... bland. (I might have overcooked them.)



In fact, I was so unimpressed with the cookies when they came out of the oven that I went back to my computer and forgot about them until the next day.*



*This did not prevent me from picking out and eating the crooked and deformed ones every time I walked by the kitchen.

The only reason I spent any time at all frosting them was because I didn't want to keep eating these not-so-great cookies and I felt bad throwing them out. I figured I'd frost them and take them to my dad.



Except, something magical happened when I made the frosting. I think it was made up of espresso powder, powdered sugar, cocoa and butter. I think. The buttery frosting with that hint of espresso powder was holy-mother-of-God-amazing. Seriously. I used a small plastic bag to pipe the frosting onto each cookie and when I ran out of cookies, I frosted my mouth.



The frosting definitely improved the taste of the cookies. But I think the frosting would improve just about anything, to be quite honest.



In fact, I may have used too much frosting as it oozed over the edge every time I took a bite.

Wait. What am I saying? Of course, there's no such thing as "too much frosting."

Happy Love Day, peeps.

(I'll update this later tonight when I can get my hands on the recipe... just in case you're interested.)