Russian Spice Cookies, Roast Chickens and Rumors of Hugh Jackman

That's Hugh Jackman clutching his pearls because I told him he could eat my cookies. Also, my Russian Spice Cookie and my Tony's Roasted Chicken.

Hello Fan(s). Apologies for the late post. It's been a busy day. Not sure if you know it but today is a High Holiday for the same sex inclined. At least for the same sex inclined that have a penchant for show tunes. 

Tonight is the 68th Annual Tony Awards. 

Even the burliest of gays have found themselves begging for Argentina to not cry for them. Even the lightest of loafers has defended Maria's honor with a finger snapping gang fight. And The Gods accepted our annual sacrifice, putting our current CGO (Chief Gay Officer) Neil Patrick Harris in the classic gender-bending role of Hedwig. This year will prove to be a doozy in the Inter-Office Fantasy Tony League. You don't get off as easy as you do with Fantasy Football. If you lose at this we make your next brunch a living hell.  

So what does one serve for a casual evening in watching highlights of all the songs you sing in the shower or when you go just a titch too far on the XM dial when alone in the car?

Roast Chicken. That's what. 

Dinner tonight is Roast Chicken with an herb butter sauce. Roasted vegetables and a herb mashed potato. It's all cooking right now while I type and plan out next weeks work outfits because the damn Tony's run so friggin' late there is no way in hell I am going to be able to pick out a shirt after. 

More importantly what is for dessert? 

It just so happens that yesterday I found myself sauntering down the aisles of my local Asian market with my old food styling buddy Work Wife. She was looking for steamed buns and any dipping sauce made in China. Oddly not a lot of dipping sauces made in China. Anyway...well there I nearly plotzed myself when we turned down the spice aisle. Who knew you could buy a sofa pillows worth of ground ginger for the cost of a happy hour beer? So I stocked up. 

Later that night I found myself falling down the dangerous internet shame spiral that is Pinterest. Yes, Pinterest is still a thing I guess. Naturally I found "food featured on shows". Which lead me to Russian Spice Cookies that Carrie Bradshaw may or may not have eaten when she totally f'ed up and started dating Aleksandr Petrovsky on Sex and The City. I'm still a little upset about that storyline.  

Russian Spice Cookies (adapted from


3 cups all-purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon ground cardamom
1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg
pinch of allspice
1 teaspoon baking soda
pinch of salt
2 large egg yolks (I used 6T of Hellmans - no eggs in the house)
1 cup honey
1 teaspoon vanilla paste
3/4 cup sugar


Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Line two baking sheets with parchment paper and set aside. 

In a large mixing bowl, sift together the flour, cinnamon, cardamom, nutmeg, allspice, baking soda and salt. Set aside.

In the bowl of a standing mixer fitted with a paddle attachment, add the egg yolks, honey, vanilla paste and sugar. Beat on medium until light and fluffy. Reduce speed to low and gradually add in the flour mixture, scraping down the sides of the bowl as needed (dough will be stiff). Refrigerate for 1 hour. 

Using a #30 portion scoop (2 tablespoons), scoop the dough onto the prepared baking sheets leaving 1-inch between each mound. Bake until lightly golden (about 14-18 minutes).

So please have a wonderfully filled Broadway musical night. Personally Aida is the only show that speaks to me. Because deep down I am a Nubian Princess willing to die for my people.  

What show gets you all hot and bothered?