See that gigantic cookie up there? That’s a Chocolate Whopper Malted Drop. Chocolate chips. Whoppers. Malted milk. The hardest thing about making these cookies is chopping the Whoppers before they roll onto the floor. Or you eat them. Or they roll onto the floor and Henry the dog eats them and pants Whopper breath the rest of the night.

The thing is, I wasn’t excited about this Tuesdays with Dorie pick until four days after I’d made them. Straight out of the oven, I thought they were OK. I was ready for crispy and crunchy; I got cakey and chewy. Jeff LOVED them. So, I boxed them up for him to take to the office, with the exception of one lone cookie for today’s photograph.

Four days later, I remembered the photo. And the cookie.

STILL MOIST!

I dipped it into my milk, took a bite STRICTLY FOR FOOD-BLOGGING PHOTO PURPOSES, and I liked it. The cakey cookie absorbed the milk, so the Whoppers seemed crunchier. Finally, this cookie had a purpose: dunking. And there was order in the Universe that hadn’t been there since my label-maker ran out of ink right before I hosted a cupcake tasting with all white frostings. There is no fury like OCD-baker fury.

Unfortunately, now I can’t work in the kitchen without Henry expecting a Whopper to roll off the counter. Tonight, I dropped an olive, and before his brain could register “Not a Whopper!,” he’d swallowed it whole. Is it wrong to laugh while your dog’s face contorts into a very hairy drawstring purse? How wrong?

To try the Chocolate Whopper Malted Drops and see how wrong I was about them as well, visit Rachel of Confessions of a Tangerine Tart.