Okay, I admit it. I’m not a translator, but I did want to stick to my word about adding a little ‘spice’ to this baking blog. Hence, the name I’ve chosen for my wife’s Cinnamon Blast Cookies is “La Petite Mort a la Canelle.” Not familiar with the phrase “la petite mort?” Here you go. And if anyone has suggestions for a more correct translation, I’d appreciate it.
What can I say? I love cinnamon, and my wife spent years perfecting the perfect cinnamon cookie (in my humble opinion, anyway). These cookies are made several times a year in my house. They usually don’t last long either. In fact, my wife has cleverly gotten into the habit of baking one sheet of cookies and then freezing the remaining dough for another day. You know, just so I don’t overdo it. Yup, Cookie Monster is my soul brother.
This is also the only cookie recipe I know by heart. Sometimes, I just can’t restrain myself and the desire to taste my wife’s signature cinnamon cookies overwhelms me. And, sometimes my wife just isn’t in the mood to bake, so I have to take matters into my own hands. I have to admit though, I’m a pretty lucky guy. My wife rarely isn’t in the mood.