These cookies. Oh, these cookies.
It turns out that when I get anxious, I make ice cream. Pints and quarts of fruity sherbet, chocolate-dipped salted caramel ice cream bars, Bronte pistachio gelato, and soft and chewy chocolate ice cream sandwiches.
I have a confession to make. I’m not really into the whole mint and chocolate combination.
I’ve never disliked it, exactly, but it’s never been one of those things I crave.