Nov
12

San Martino: the Ur-cookie

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As I was waxing lyrical about the cookies shaped in the silhouette of San Martino on his horse with his sword, I neglected to include a photograph of the most extraordinary version I’ve seen this year, or any year.   It isn’t that big — just about an adult hand’s-breadth (how often do I get a chance to use that word) — but if you can discover anything about it resembling a saint, horse, or sword, please let me know.   It’s like the cookie version of Charles Laughton as Quasimodo.

So I’ve decided this must be the primeval Ur-cookie, the formless plasma from which all other Sammartini have developed over the eons.   I would gladly have bought it but I don’t think I would have had the courage to eat it.   It is so completely and fundamentally cookie that if I were to destroy it I have no idea what species would die off and go extinct.   Maybe Girl Scout cookies would be first, followed by Famous Amos — do those still exist, or did he join a death pact with Mrs. Field? — and then  Oreo would go, and on and on down through Scottish shortbread to ginger snaps to nameless oatmeal-raisin disks  to the last holdout, the Petit Ecolier, whom not even his chocolate shield could save.

So just look at it, don’t even touch it.   It would be the end.

IMG_4457 s martin cookie comp

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Comments

  1. Christa says:

    Awesome primordial cookie ooze – LOL

  2. Erla says:

    And it cost “only” 9 euros ($13). Try as I might — and I haven’t tried much — I cannot see how one arrives at that price for that product, especially as one didn’t even bother using one’s probably-not-expensive-anyway cookie-cutter.