Ever since I read about the opening of the Nestle Toll House Cafe in Kuwait on Danderma's Blog I've had some wicked cookie cravings. I just gotta have them and tonight's the night. I can't wait to have one in my mouth with a cold glass of milk to chase it down.
Minutes later I found myself calling him...
Hinting and hinting that I wanted him to drive in the crazy Ramadan traffic to go and get them tonight after Fotoor. He wouldn't budge and said we can go tomorrow. WTH??? Excuse me? Do you mean NO? Damn, I"m losing my touch. I'm not used to the word no in English or Kuwaiti. *Sulking*
He said he didn't sleep well so he wants to nap after Fotoor and go tomorrow. His entire family is in Europe for the summer so we are pretty much on our own except for a few family members and the staff. No, no, no, no I said I have to have them tonight! He started laughing and said tomorrow princess. So I lovingly threatened his life and it worked. Seriously! He's afraid of me and you would be too if you stood between me and my Nestle Toll House Cookies.
Dear Nestle: I have a confession to make on my Mother's behalf. My Mom uses your store bought cookie dough and mashes it in a bowl. She adds fresh pecans, spice and spoons it on a cooking sheet to give the illusion that they are homemade. Then she tells everyone that they are her secret family recipe from scratch. Basically, my Mother is a big fat liar when it comes to her cookies so I thought I would let you know the truth. It's embarrassing and now my cookie conscience is clear.
Photo credit ~ Nestle.com
