She prepared Crinkle cookie dough and Peanutbutter pecan chocolate chip cookies, I baked Mandel bread, Cinnamon roll cookies and had dough for lemon-poppyseed slice&bake ready for her in the fridge.
We exchanged doughs. We talked. Had coffee. Talked some more. Ended in the kitchen anyway at lunchtime and browsed a little booklet Monique had with her. Decided to bake. Improvise. We stirred a dough very much like this one. Instead of using a piping bag (which we tried but the dough was far too stiff to be piped) we rolled marble sized pieces of dough, placed them in mini-muffin tins and paper cups.
I'd mixed an equal amount of caramel and sweetened condensed milk and that became the base for the topping. We proceeded to place (carefully; with a keen eye for composition!) various nuts and candied fruit in each and every cup. Sprinkled some tiny sugar pearls on top and in the oven they went. 15 minutes 160C.
They looked so adorable in their pretty paper cups, we hardly waited for them to cool and sampled.... Nothing! Absolutely tasted like nothing! How could that happen?
A bit desillusioned Monique returned home with her stash of cookies and dough. I cleaned the kitchen, my dough in the fridge, put the kettle on and nonchalantly grabbed another one of the pretty/non-tasting cookies.
I loved it! Cooled they tasted of almond paste cookies, the caramel came through and the nuts were a welcome crunch! Quickly texted Monique to not throw them for the dogs (aka kids). Lesson learned: not every cookie is great right out of the oven! This one needs a thorough cooling and will keep for a couple of days!