Supersize Me! Is This What They Mean?

The breads looked really good, but what I bought was what I had heard touted, a chocolate chocolate-chip cookie.  At $3.50, I thought it was expensive (although no one should listen to me on the price of storebought sweets because I almost never buy them).  I also thought it was big. Really big. Actually so big that the first thing I did when I got home was pop it on the scale.

This cookie weighed in at a whopping 6 ounces!  That’s more than one-third of a pound.  In metric, that’s 170 grams.  It was a monster!  Does anyone out there remember when McDonald’s introduced the Quarter-Pounder and people thought that was sooooooo much meat? 

Just so you know, one Thin Mints Girl Scout Cookie (the only storebought cookies I had around) weighs a fraction over 1/4 ounce (or 8 grams) and the recommended serving size is four cookies, or 1 ounce, 1/6 of my chocolate whopper.

I not only didn’t eat the whole cookie, I didn’t even eat more than a teensy nibble, a rarity (if not a first) for me.  My beef with the cookie was its texture – essentially unbaked.  Sometimes, like with brownies, a slightly underbaked center can be a draw, but here, the innards just tasted of too much sugar and still-raw flour.

The raw insides set me to thinking about how they could have been anything but.  The cookie was so big – I think it must have been made with almost a cup of dough – it would have been a tough trick to bake the insides properly without overbaking the outside and the edges (not that there was much in the way of edges; this was really a mound).  And it would have been an equally tough trick to keep the whole thing from becoming more like a cake than a cookie.

I left the cookie on the kitchen counter, but the poor thing drew no takers – a shame, because had it been good, it would have been enough to make three or four cookie monsters happy. 

Dorie Greenspan