This post is a little late, I know, but so was my Valentine’s Day celebration. See, two weeks ago, Boyfriend and I came to the realization that there’s a very, very good likelihood that our Valentine’s Day is just never going to happen on the same day as everyone else’s. And for that, we have just one thing to blame: basketball.
Last year, before he quit and went back to grad school to get his Masters, Boyfriend was working at a sports arena. You might be thinking to yourself That’s a pretty awesome job! and you might be right, had this arena housed a major league team or two. Unfortunately, it was home primarily to a minor league hockey team that had, through a series of unfortunate ownership decisions, pretty much lost its fan base. And needless to say, in the shadow of Philly, NYC, and AC, the arena also didn’t have a whole lot of luck landing great shows and concerts. So Boyfriend was frequently stuck there for hours upon hours, in a suit, on the weekends, working whatever Disney on Ice show or outdated 80’s band was playing. Such was the case on Valentine’s Day as well – only this time, the featured event was a high school basketball game. Actually, scratch that – it was a high school basketball tournament; which meant that not only was it eating into my Valentine’s Day dinner aspirations, it was also lasting an entire weekend. And for being a sport I already hate pretty vehemently, basketball lost quite a lot of points that weekend, even though Boyfriend and I had already celebrated the week before, in anticipation of this situation.
This February 14th found us separated again, this time by an imminent NCAA basketball tournament consuming Boyfriend’s life up in Boston, and keeping me Boyfriend-less in New Jersey…a situation I remedied the following weekend by bribing asking him nicely to come home and go snowboarding with me for the weekend. He agreed, because he knows better than to let basketball stand in the way of us being together. Although, I’m sure the package of goodies I mailed up to him on February 12th didn’t hurt…
Adapted (unrecognizabley) from All Recipes
These cookies taste exactly like sugar cookies, only crunchier. They also travel extremely well, and earn you bonus points with your significant other…I’m just sayin’.
1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1/2 tbsp baking powder
Pinch of salt
3/4 cup sugar
5 tbsp butter, melted
2 egg whites, separated
1 tbsp vanilla extract
1/2 tbsp orange zest
1/2 cup toasted hazelnuts, chopped
Preheat oven to 350 degrees and line a baking sheet with parchment paper. Mix flour, baking powder, salt and sugar together and set aside. In a separate, large bowl, mix together butter, whole egg, one egg white, vanilla, and orange zest. Add dry ingredients to wet ingredients, then stir until combined. Add hazelnuts and mix into batter.
Divide dough in half and shape each half into a log (about 12-14 inches long). Place both logs on the baking sheet, allowing them a little room to rise. Brush each with reserved egg white. Bake until golden – about 30 minutes. Cool on a rack.
Once cool, slice logs using a serrated knife and place (cut-side down) on the baking sheet. Bake 10-12 minutes, then flip cookies over. Bake another 8-10 minutes, until the cookies are completely crisp and golden brown (but not burnt). Cool on a rack.