What did worry me a bit, though, was that Thomas had mentioned the recipe being available on-line and I looked at a few which seemed rather like a basic oatmeal cookie. Now I've talked on this blog about being the mother of four (all long grown) and really, any self-respecting mom can whip up a batch of oatmeal cookies. So I was really, really hoping that these were something a bit different, something that justified letting a complete stranger (although the wonders of the web are such that Thomas has also become a friend, oddly but somehow credibly, at least to me) bake goodies and send them to me. And somehow they had to be perfect with Scotch to make it even more righteous, since they were offered in the context of single malt sipping.
So when this came in the mail today, I held my breath
then got out the scissors to open the package and read Thomas' thoughtful note and attached recipe (which he'd found on the web) and sniff these beauties which Thom says he made while tired and a bit tipsy on Oban
and, eating them in the same spirit they were made, I got out the Bowmore, poured myself a finger or two, and tasted.
And any embarrassment vanished -- the buttery, barely sweet, slightly savoury-nutty goodness of these is very different from the oatmeal cookies I know. These are the perfect accompaniment to Scotch and who knows how many more decades of my life I might have spent not knowing that had I not, first of all, begun blogging last summer, second, started a blog-commenting correspondence with Thomas a few months ago, and third, abandoned any shame to accept the kindness and superior knowledge of a fellow blogger, Scotch lover, and, coincidentally, islander. Thank you, Thomas. There's a glass of Lagavullin waiting next time you're up island.