bye-bye biscuits!

Don't get me wrong, I love biscuits.  Especially the ones smothered in gravy at the greasy spoon for brunch.  Or the flaky cheddar-garlic ones at Red Lobster.  Or the warm ones with butter in a packet from KFC.  

   

Everyone knows that I love biscuits.But here in NZ, biscuit=cookie.  And it's not even fair to say that.  A NZ cookie is hard, solid, and crumbly.  I'm no cookie conniessuer, but I did move here with one.  Bret knows cookies, inside and out.  And we have been quite unsuccessful finding the right ones.  They don't even come close to the Nestle's Toll House chocolate chip cookies that we're all familiar with in the United States.  The closest we've had to an American cookie, was a few from Subway; their recipe must be internationally consistent.  Bret has tried a different cookie type, brand, and flavor, nearly everytime we go to the store, and he's unwilling to settle.  It doesn't help that his mom's secret chocolate chip cookie recipe is the best in the world, and that she's taking it to the grave.  So I attempted to break free from the bad biscuits, by creating some chocolate chip cookies of my own.  A labor of love, I don't think they'll go uneaten...

 

This is a NZ CookieTime cookie, one of the more expensive cookies.  They're okay, but large, dense, and borderline crunchy.  But if Bret's in a fix, these suffice.

These are my homemade, just like home (or close enough), chocolate chip cookies.  I'm no baker, but these are by far the best ones I've eaten here.  I am seriously considering starting up my own biscuit business here in NZ.  My claim to fame will be soft, ooey-gooey, melt in your mouth COOKIES.  Maybe I should just stick to giving them to all our friends here for Christmas...