Monthly Archive for November, 2011

Momofuku Milk Bar Compost Cookies

This is a cookie that I’ve been meaning to make forever and a day. Before we moved to Buenos Aires, we lived in the East Village and before it got all cool and fancy, Momofuku Ssäm Bar was our go-to take spot for Korean burritos. You see, it actually was a Ssäm Bar, as in a place where you could just wander in and order a Korean version of a burrito, but like, a ridiculous one with marinated tofu or Berkshire pork, edamame, kimchi…insanely good. And then, poof! It became the hottest restaurant in town and buh-bye burritos.

But I tried not to hold a grudge because next door to Ssäm Bar was Milk Bar, where take-out of the dessert variety was (and is) still in full swing. Crazy soft-serve ice cream with flavors like cereal milk and olive oil, crack pie (use your imagination) and the infamous star of this post.

The compost cookie is, as the name suggests, a cookie with all kinds of crazy stuff in it (in fact, the original has coffee grounds). What’s great is that it’s up to you to decide what goes in. But let me give you a tip: you need something salty. It can be potato chips, it can be pretzels (both are divine), but you need that saltiness to counterbalance the sweetness of the cookie itself and the other required stuff, like namely, chocolate. It is kind of a revelation as cookies go. It’s chewy, it’s crunchy, it’s sweet, it’s salty, it’s all things that are good and right in this world.

And it’s always nice to have a helper bring along his tools for smashing stuff up.


But I still have yet to make my dream version. I really must do one with the dark chocolate-covered pretzels from Trader Joe’s. Maybe throw in some corn flakes and, of course, bitter chocolate chunks. Am I nutty for thinking about dark chocolate-covered espresso beans? Oh, I’m onto something. This is fun. What would you add?

Momofuku Milk Bar Compost Cookies

recipe by Christina Tosi

1 cup/2 sticks unsalted butter
1 cup granulated sugar
3/4 cup light brown sugar
1 tablespoon corn syrup
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 large eggs
1 3/4 cups all purpose flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon baking soda
2 teaspoons salt
1 1/2 cups dark chocolate chunks or chips
1 1/2 cups savory/salty snacks, crushed (chips, pretzels, chocolate-covered pretzels, corn flakes)

Cream butter, sugars and corn syrup on medium high for two to three minutes until fluffy and pale yellow in color. Mix in eggs and vanilla. This part is important. Increase mixer speed to medium-high and beat for 10 minutes. Yeah, it’s a long time. But it helps the sugar to dissolve and it makes the mixture super-light and fluffy. Add the flour, baking powder, baking soda and salt and mix until just incorporated.

Stir in chocolate chips, then add the snacks. Using an ice cream scooper, scoop portions onto a Silpat- or parchment-lined cookie sheet, Cover with plastic wrap and refrigerate for at least an hour and up to a week (as if). Preheat the oven to 400ºF/204ºC shortly before the hour is up. Bake the cookies for 9-11 minutes. They’re done when the edges are brown and the top is just starting to brown.

Roger, where have you been?


Yes, that’s a meaningless reference to most people (ok, almost all people), but suffice to say, I’m acknowledging my mysterious disappearance from these here parts. But, I have a really good excuse! I got a J.O.B. people. Yes, real-live, paying employment with a desk and a phone and paper clips. It’s very exciting, but it’s also made my life rather hectic.

Between finding a couple babysitters for those post-preschool/pre-end of workday hours to attempting to fit all the household/life things that I did before I was out of the house for 9 hours a day to you know, actually using my brain, I’ve been a little busy. Sorry. Really, I am. Plus, I *had* to read the most amazing book for book club (and I’ll tell you one thing I don’t like about Kindles. You don’t realize the book you think you’re breezing through is 784 freaking pages until you’ve been reading for days and days and are still only 33% of the way through said book.). Don’t sweat the 784 pages. Now you know it’s long. Doesn’t matter. Just go read this book. It’s heartbreaking, beautifully written, inspiring and poignant beyond belief.

I’m digressing. Sorry. It’s been a couple weeks; I’m out of blogging practice.

Now that I’ve got a week and half of this “career” thing under my belt, I forsee a return to a semi-normal posting schedule (okay, maybe a little less). But I’m here. Still cooking stuff. Just doing it after we’ve eaten dinner, trying to keep ahead of the next dinner. And the next. And…yeah, you get the idea.

Compost cookie recipe coming later this week! Promise.

Happy Halloween!

Once you have a kid, Halloween goes on for like a week. There are school parties, mommy group parties, and that’s just the warm-up for actual Halloween night. It’s amazing I haven’t overdose on Kit Kats by now (is that even possible?). This year was fun because we had several costume options, so it became just one big dress-up party weekend.

G loves his fireman costume (and I, for one, am partial to fireman), so he sported that this weekend, while I busted out my infamous Princess Leia costume (which my husband is rather partial to himself — aren’t all guys harboring a Princess Leia crush?). The last time I wore that costume, we did not have a child and went to a party where there was no food, but plenty of grain alcohol “blood” shots. Needless to say, it was a far cry from our mommy group’s party where toddlers were tossing back shots of chocolate milk and OJ. The high point was when several children came up to “Princess Leia” to express their admiration for my work destroying the Death Star. Not bad. NOTE: I went looking for photos that my husband claimed to have taken, but they’re nowhere to be found. Hmmm. Probably for the best.

Stand back, Pooh.

We then mixed it up with a Spidey costume for school, then back to the fireman costume for the actual trick-or-treating. I was a cat, which involved putting the (very itchy) head of a child’s lion costume on (I have a small head) and going crazy with the eyeliner for 2 minutes. Yes, readers, New Yorkers do trick-or-treat. Our neighborhood association organizes a huge multi-building thing, but we usually just trick or treat in our building. It’s actually really fun, and I think G enjoyed giving out the candy almost as much as he did getting it.

What were you for Halloween? What’s your favorite treat? Trick? This was last year’s trick. Not good.