At some point or another I went to make a cup of tea and thought that I would love something sweet with it, but alas we didn’t have anything. I actually, quite specifically, would have loved a gooey soft M&S cookie.
The cookies turned out fantastic. I was absolutely delighted with myself and so excited for my “hubby” to try one. I ate mine when they were hot, and before I put them on the wooden board for the fancy looking photos for this post.
Well. It didn’t quite turn out how I planned.
I showed him the cookies. He said they looked incredible. He couldn’t believe I made them. He said they smelled amazing too.
So we sat down, cup of tea in hand, and I eagerly awaited the reaction. But he was silent.
Speechless because they were so delicious? No.
Now, if there is one thing in the world that the Mr in my life hates, it’s onions. See where I’m going with this?
His exact words – “I know you think I’m paranoid about things having onions in them, but tray I can taste onions”.
“ONIONS? The COOKIES taste of onions?” I said, in horror. At this point I realised he was losing the plot, was in fact paranoid beyond belief (he really hates onions, gags when you’re chopping them) and had completely ruined the whole situation. I had been SO excited for him to try them.
Him – “Do you want it?”
Me – “So you’re being serious then? Really?”
Him – “Sorry Tray, I can seriously taste onions”.
Me – *pissed off at this stage* “Yes I’ll eat it, they’re gorgeous”.
Him – “Ah Tray don’t be like that”.
Me – *Silence*…. I take a bite… “Oh Jesus”.
Him – “Onions?”
Me – “BLeeeeugh” *spits out cookie*.
Cue about ten minutes of laughter from the two of us. I’ve never been so relieved and disgusted in equal measure in all of my life. Relieved that he wasn’t being dramatic, disgusted that I, in my sleep deprived state, had served the bloody cookies on the wrong chopping board. The one I had previously used to chop up some onion for our stew (in which the onion was slow cooked for many many hours to the point where said onion-fearing boyfriend would in fact believe that onions were not used in the dish”.
Not my finest hour. But the cookie I had, pre onion-disaster, was AMAZING. I swear.