We just moved from Indianapolis to Utah. I decided a long time ago to stop waiting for neighbors to bring me treats when I move in somewhere. When we moved to Indy I started the tradition of bringing cookies to our new neighbors instead of moping around waiting for them to bring some to us. (Let’s be honest, I’ve got plenty of extra baked goods lying around anyway!)
So I whipped up a double batch of these babies to give to our new friends sharing our walls. We chatted with the cute just-married couple next door. We met the lady upstairs and her teenage son who likes to play his drums on our living room ceiling. And then we knocked on the last door. It creeks open a sliver. An eye peers out. A man with boxers and no shirt on opens the door a little further to glare at us, the couple who has dared to knock on his door at 8:30pm.
After a very rushed and awkward conversation, we hurry back to our apartment. I don’t know what it is with naked people answering their doors. When we were in Indiana, we brought cookies to the guy next door. He opened the door wearing nothing but a towel. We all just stared at each other for this horrible moment, and then he says “I thought you were someone else.” We practically threw the cookies at him and ran. I hope you enjoy these cookies and don’t have to deal with any scantily clad men in the process!
(Here’s the original photo of these cookies. This was my first ever blog post here on The Food Charlatan!)
