Chonky Boys: The Chocolate Chip Cookie Ice Cream Sandwiches that Scream Summer!

Featuring my thick and nuggy Chonky Boy Chocolate Chip Cookies, these ice cream sandwiches are the stuff that summer dreams are made of.  If you've ever had the Cookie Ice Cream Sandwich at Disneyland , you are going to LOVE these!  These big and bold chocolate chip cookies are based on a recipe from my culinary school studies at Auguste Escoffier, but with a few modifications to give them that Jennuine touch.  They make the perfectas book for a fat slice of real vanilla bean ice cream.  And those mini chips?  You just gotta have that extra cronch! Thank goodness this recipe only makes 8 sandwiches, otherwise I would be eating them for breakfast lunch and dinner.  This way, my big family can help save me from my inner child diet-saboteur.   Print With Image Without Image Chonky Boy Chocolate Chip Cookie Ice Cream Sandwiches Yield: 8 Author: Jenn Erickson Loaded with chocolate chips and buttery, brown-sugary vanilla flavor, these mall-sized cookies form a perfect partnership with a

FROSTY THE SNOWMAN ~ Lost in Translation

I received a visit from my pal Marilyn over at A Lot of Loves today, and returned the favor with a visit to her lovely blog. She had a delightful post about her family’s animatronic snowman with an adorable video of her children dancing along and swaying their hips to the tune. It reminded me of another, less talented, linguistically challenged snowman that my husband and I received as a “bonus gift” from a travelling salesman when we owned our store.

This Frosty hails from China, and is for all intents and purposes benign and an adequate representation of the classic Christmas character. But, wait! Apparently something was lost in translation when his melody was recorded. Here are the “lyrics” as best as we’ve been able to interpret them:

"Frosty the Snowman

Was a Happy, Tolly Shmoe

With a Coined-up Pipe

And a Boddon Nose

And two Eye made I Don’t Know!"

We are, of course, completely enamored with this Misfit Toy! So much so, that Frosty has become the principal player in a game of “Snowman Tag” that we’ve had going with my brother and his wife for several years now. The object is to get the snowman to the other person’s house without their knowing it. Frosty cannot be sent through the mail or by a parcel service. My brother used to live in Las Vegas, but now lives with his family in NYC, so the challenge has increased (as we’re on the California coast).

Frosty has mysteriously shown up on our doorstep, our balcony, and in our luggage several times. He was delivered to my brother at work, when he was the GM at Rum Jungle in Mandalay Bay. He has arrived, shrink-wrapped with a palette of kitchen tile, and “materialized” in the trunk of my brother’s car. Frosty is currently in our possession. I grew irritated by his cheerful smirk as he sat perched upon a pile of miscellaneous in my office (a.k.a. the junk room) all summer long, and I finally shoved him in a box, which I promptly added to the stack in the garage. Out of sight; out of mind. Thank you, Marilyn, for reminding me that it’s time for Frosty to take on The Big Apple!

Happy Holidays to all the Tolly Shmoes out there!
May your coined-up pipe be full of good cheer, and Jack Frost go easy on your Boddon Nose!

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