It's the word "mallomar" that really prompts my tongue for a special treat. A few weeks ago, I had no idea what this cookie was, but I knew I wanted to try one because it sounds amazing.
Mallomar.
I'm no Latin major, but to me this suggested a cookie with marshmallows. And hopefully chocolate. I did some unofficial research (Wikipedia) and learned that:
* These are a seasonal treat, as the marshmallow aspect melts in warm weather making the dessert tricky to store.
* A large percentage of Mallomars are sold in NYC.
I began a hunt for these cookies at our local grocery stores and came up empty. I could find things that had chocolate, marshmallows and a cookie base but nothing that went by the name Mallomar. There is nothing sexy about the name Pinwheels, which seemed to be the closest thing I could find locally.
Since moving to a new neighborhood, we have a new local grocery store that is one hundred fifty flavors of awesome. Don't get me started on the samples they had yesterday, but suffice to say I've never known a chunk of meat to melt like butter. And that is when my tongue exploded. Anyway, this store has something called Whippets, which are seemingly a Canadian take on the Mallomar with a name appealing enough for me to take them for a test drive. Verdict: Pretty freakin' good.
On Thursday night we went to our local strip mall for a pedestrian dinner for two. Afterward, I considered the dessert menu and I couldn't really find anything that was super exciting. Chuck reminded me that we had Whippets at home, so when the server came back and asked if we wanted to order anything I said "Nah. We're just going to go home and have some Whippets."
Of course to our young server, this meant something different than "Canada's take on a special cookie." This means getting all crunk from huffing off cans of Whip Cream, and then making homemade tattoos of anarchy signs with a ball point pen. Just like you've seen on Nightline and Intervention.
"Oh. Okay. Whoa," the server said.
"No, no, not that," I said. "They're cookies!"
"I was gonna say," he said. "You were being pretty casual about it. I was kinda like 'I can't believe you're telling me this.'"
2 comments:
We have an ample supply of Mallomars in the South. Let me know if you'd like me to ship a crate of them to you. That'll keep me from cramming 'em my wide open gob.
We have them up in Winnipeg, called Puffs. You can get them with a teensy weensy bit of jam type stuff on the cookie. Best way to eat them?: crack the top shell, eat off the bits of hard chocolate, suck the marshmallow-y puff in all in one big slurp, scrape the jammy bit off with your top front teeth and then enjoy the cookie bit at the end. Or is that just me?
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