We had lunch at Panera Bread today. Since it's Saturday -- an S day -- I got to contemplate choosing a dessert from their bakery section.
Usually in this situation I would find the chocolatey-est thing on the shelf. I have only a few sweet opportunities a week; I try not to waste them on anything non-chocolate.
But last time I took the kids to Panera Bread, Cady Gray picked out a thick, flower-shaped sugar cookie with bright yellow and pink sprinkles. It looked so cheery that I decided to try it today, much to Noel's surprise. I tucked it in my purse and brought it home; an hour or so later, I unwrapped it, broke off a piece, and popped it in my mouth.
Perhaps you've had this particular cookie. A quick Google search finds people in search of the recipe. All I can say is that it was something far greater than what I was expecting. Thick, buttery, not just sugary but also with the underlying rustic richness of shortbread, accented with the sharp, sweet hit of the sprinkles coated on the top.
I involuntarily exclaimed at its goodness, earning a longsuffering look from Noel (whose low-carb diet would recoil in horror from such a confection). It was an instant trip back in time, both to the thick homemade sugar cookies we helped bake for holidays, and to the shortbread biscuits that my Scottish grandmother always gave us when we visited her, dispensed from a tartan-covered package.
It's been a long time since I was brought up so short by a morsel of food. I felt like I had taken a bite of summer itself. A reminder of the power of taste, and a call to expand my dessert horizons every so often.