Best Ever Dark Chocolate Sea Salt Cookies

I had no idea I was living with Cookie Monsters until I made these cookies. It's serious. I love cookies. I make them on occasions and often keep some dough frozen. These might be my favorite, like ever.

I baked off some that I had frozen so I could take photos for this blog. I may have given my daughter a bite from the first batch a day prior. To say she didn't waste any time getting into them would be an understatement. I put down the plate and removed my camera lens cover and in my first shot was this tiny hand. I took a few more photos and the cookie was in her mouth. She proved my point and made the cutest photo!

I recently started to follow Smitten Kitchen on Instagram. She had posted this recipe and some great photos. I decided to try it and am so glad I did! It's one of the rare times where I follow someone else's recipe exactly and don't really need to make any changes. I did use Ghiradelli dark chocolate baking chips instead of a bar of chocolate. I find their chocolate great for baking and easy to find. The pieces are larger than standard chocolate chips. The Maldon Sea Salt Flakes are what make this recipe amazing. Use the three (yes 3) kinds of sugar. I promise it's worth it. I also love that there are weights and measures in this version. I am not claiming any credit for this recipe but I can tell you that it is test kitchen approved. You can find the link below to the blog post and I am sharing her version of the recipe. Enjoy!
Smitten Kitchen

Dark Chocolate Sea Salt Cookies
1/2 cup (4 ounces or 113 grams) unsalted butter, at room temperature
2 tablespoons (25 grams) granulated sugar
2 tablespoons (25 grams) turbinado sugar (aka Sugar in the Raw; you can use more brown or white if you don’t have this, but the subtle crunch it adds is delightful)
3/4 cup plus 2 tablespoons (165 grams) packed light or dark brown sugar
1 large egg
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
3/4 teaspoon baking soda
Heaped 1/4 teaspoon (or, technically, 1/4 + 1/8 teaspoon) fine sea or table salt
1 3/4 cups (220 grams) all-purpose flour
1/2 pound (225 grams) semi- or bittersweet chocolate, cut into roughly 1/2-inch chunks with a serrated knife
Flaky sea salt, to finish

Heat oven to 360°F (180°C) and line a baking sheet with parchment paper or a silicon baking mat.

In a large bowl, cream the butter and sugars together with an electric mixer until very light and fluffy, about 5 minutes. Add egg and vanilla, beating until incorporated, and scraping down the bowl as needed. Beat in salt fine sea or table salt and baking soda until combined, then the flour on a low speed until just mixed. The dough will look crumbly at this point. With a spatula, fold/stir in the chocolate chunks.

Scoop cookies into 1 1/2 tablespoon (I used a #40 scoop) mounds, spacing them apart on the prepared baking sheet. Sprinkle each with a few flakes of sea salt. Bake for 11 to 12 minutes, until golden on the outside but still very gooey and soft inside. Out of the oven, let rest on baking sheet out of the for 5 minutes before transferring a cooling rack.

Tiny Texas Garden

The only thing that is tiny in Texas is my four foot by four foot garden. It makes me so happy to have one again.

During the portion of my life in East Tennessee, we had a huge garden and it was so fruitful! Something about having had black thumbs most of my life went away with the miracle mud in sweet Tennessee. Several weeks ago, I started my garden. I began with seeds of many kinds and a small greenhouse I found online.

I had previously never worked with a greenhouse but had always wanted to. Our back yard gets very strong winds and where we live, like most of Texas, the weather is unpredictable.
Within days I had sprouts in both my containers and the Jiffy pots!

Later I replanted the Jiffy pots into my tiny garden. Overnight the sports were stronger and already much bigger. I decided to direct sow some radishes and carrots along with beets and lettuce. My containers are not growing the same. I think there is something to be said for an actual garden, even if it is tiny. I'm quite happy I decided to use the extra seeds and experiment with direct sow versus container growing.

Yesterday I decided I wanted to grow sunflowers again. In our Tennessee garden, I planted a row of mammoth sunflowers. Some of my favorite memories of walking through that garden are of looking up at these gorgeous giant sunflowers. They had hundreds of edible seeds in each gorgeous bloom. Here's to hoping for some success in Texas. I planted a few in the front of our house. We may be renting but that doesn't mean I can't make it beautiful. I planted several varieties and heights along with some zinnias.

For my whole life I believed that the luffa bath sponge came from the ocean. I have no idea where I began to believe that to be true. I definitely never questioned it. Sea sponges seemed logical to me. It could be possible as I have not consulted my friend google. I do know that I was mind blown when I found seeds for a gourd that are described to be "astonishingly tasty when picked young (2"), soft or light green. Harvest dry for terrific bath sponges." I planted the whole pouch in a giant barrel planter. I'm excited to see how these turn out. Who knows? I could be growing organic holiday gifts if this all works as planned!

There is something so healing about a garden. It brings me so much joy to see things flourish and to know I will soon be feeding my family from my tiny Texas garden.

A blog written 4/28/2012. Still relevant today!

We go through so many changes in life. Some people call this growth. I call it making it happen. Some days are good some are mediocre but every day presents a challenge. The challenge of finding something to smile about, something to look forward to, something to whine about. Amidst the chaos we find a balance of how to play hide and seek not just with our emotions but our desires. What ever holds us back from getting what we always wanted? Fear. The only thing that hinders progress and success but without it we are less accomplished. Why not just jump? If we question it first and try to analyze the possible outcomes and work through the fear we have a greater sense of personal accomplishment but end up in the same place as long as we don't jump. I question how much energy I waste on fear. It's making me realize that I was always left with more time to enjoy the opportunities I create for myself if I go in not having been blinded by fears. Faith is what gets you through. Fear drags out time that can be spent on fun. I would much rather have more fun than fear in my life. Let's go!

One. My baby is one.

It's a tough thing for a first time mom to say, "My baby is one". For so long we counted weeks, weeks pregnant, weeks old, then months, and now all of the sudden my baby is one.

I didn't know how much I would love her. I knew it would be tons, but nothing of this magnitude. I haven't had too many sleepless nights and none would be because she kept me up fussing. The truth is, I probably haven't slept through the night many times at all because I check the monitor, have to use the restroom, and can't help but sneak into her nursery to make sure she is okay. I touch her chest to make sure she is breathing. I see her peacefully resting which makes me feel at ease for a moment. As soon as I walk away I'm back to first time mom mode. Attempting to rest so I can give her my best during the day. Sleeping with the crazy ability to hear her move even a little and able to run if I hear her whimper in her sleep. She is a bit of a dreamer.

She now wakes me by calling out, "Mama". She's usually sitting up in her crib waiting for me. Simple little things mean so much to me. She makes friends wherever we go. Her smile is infectious. She waves to everyone. I constantly have strangers telling me how beautiful she is. I'm trying so hard to make sure she is kind, even when I want to scream at people who touch her. I love when she starts smiling and waving to the tables around us at restaurants. She loves having an audience and has added clapping to her attention getting super charming repertoire. Every day is precious. I'm not sure if it's the losses I've had in the past couple of years or the fragility of bringing a tiny human into the world, but I have learned to slow down and be in the moment with her. I think that is one of the greatest things about having her. I see so much of myself in her now. When she was born I was so upset that she didn't look like me. Now I see not just a mini me, but a tiny magnificent human. She also looks adorable in flower crowns.