TWD Chocolate Chubby Chunkers

There's a lot to be said for fueling for workouts. A balanced diet consisting of lean proteins, complex carbohydrates, and premium vegetables is the key to running faster, training harder, looking better. Superfoods include quinoa, green chard, bison, and wheat germ....and chubs. Oh my god, those chubs.We had a very busy weekend, with the boat show and Jon's biking 102 miles, and somehow Sunday turned into one of those days that's just perfect for baking. Meaning: the weather was shitty. It rained in the morning, but it was kind of too warm to want to just curl up on the couch. Jon and I had a few errands to run, and while we were walking around he just said to me "Do you want to stop in to the pub and get a beer?"Yeah. It was one of those days. I mean, we literally had groceries in our arms. Frozen food. Soft cheeses. We didn't have time for the pub.In addition, we're both kind of, well, what you'd call lightweights now. All the training has made us pretty cheap dates. Half a beer in and I was doing that whole "talking with my hands" thing, coming up with grandiose plans for major renovations in our (rental) apartment, you get the idea. And Jon was no help. He was still so wiped out from the century that when I asked what teams were playing the football game, he just laughed and said "I don't even care." Our conversation went something like this:Me: You know, I like, just really want to BE something. I want to BE, Jon.Jon: Yeah, I know.Me: Like REALLY BE, though. Not just be like everyone else.Jon: Yeah. I know.Me: Like BE. Like, um, Einstein. Einstein knew how to BE, Jon. Or Gloria Estefan.Jon: Like Einstein. And Gloria. I know.Me: I know you know. YOU KNOW. YOU KNOW HOW TO BE.Jon: I know.Me: Is my stool wobbly? I keep falling off it. What the hell? Why is that chick staring at me? Does she want to say something to me? What is her deal?Yeah. That was after only half a beer, so you can imagine what happened after an entire glass. By the time we had gotten home, I had come to three conclusions:1. I was starving. I MEAN STAAAAAAAARVING!!!!!2. Gwen Stefani has some pretty great hits. Like the one where the chorus is all "na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na naaaaaaaaaaaaa." Remember that one? The chorus goes "na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na naaaaaaaaaaaaaaa." No, not that one, that's the yodeling one. The yodeling one goes like this...3. You know what would go really well with another beer? Cookies. Chocolate chunker cookies.And I just want to point out that, while tipsy, I read the recipe and said outloud to Jon "I'm not putting raisins and chocolate together," and he immediately said "Aw hells to the no." I like to call that our little Bobby and Whitney moment. But with Miller Lite, not crack.So here's a little tip, which you can safely take from me. On days when you're going to do your Tuesdays with Dorie submissions, don't let your boyfriend get you drunk (that's right it was his fault). Because it makes baking into a bitch. I mean, that hand mixer that was once a trusty home appliance turned into one of those do-it-yourself soldering kits that you had to learn geometry just to assemble. The measuring cup was almost immediately filled with my beer, and while I found that hilarious, it was limiting for the rest of my baking project. I almost forgot to add the chocolate and butter to the recipe because I heated it up and then forgot about it in the microwave. And hello, these were $25 cookies what with all the chocolate and pecans. You can't burn $25 cookies. And there's nothing worse than being tipsy and feeling like you have to watch the clock. The cookies become a little bit of a buzz kill, and you start to wonder if you should just make your boyfriend run out to the store for some Tollhouse.However, they were so damn worth it. Oh my god, Dorie, you are the Domestic Goddess. I used to think Nigella Lawson was the Domestic Goddess, but you basically dragged Nigella by her hair out behind the shed and pulled an Old Yeller on her. These cookies are literally brownies with chunks of four different kinds of chocolate in them. If anyone else, say Paula Deen, would have come up with this recipe, I would have shied away from it as being too fatty, too sweet, too chocolatey. But Dorie classes everything up a notch, and this was no exception.And let me tell you, they are the perfect hangover food.And just a side note - I recently heard that the wife of a friend has been put on bed rest for the last few months of her pregnancy. While I was being belligerent and immoral, I had you and your twins in mind. I hope you like the cookies, Sarah.