Pizookies

One of the lovely ladies in this blogosphere is Lady Lee who, being all clever and creative, has come up with a rather rad idea. Predicting so astutely, that people including herself and I would become more and more likely to spend our time 'pinning' things than creating things, she came up with a solution - to introduce Living Pinterest into our lives. Here she actually makes a few things from pinterest each month and posts them up to show the world. And this is why I am showing my attempt at the recently pinned pizookie. So check it out!

Oh good heavens. Could there be anything sweeter in this world than the pizookie. This is a recently discovered treat by me that I first found god knows where. What I do know, is that who ever showed them to me via their blog, linked it to this blog. As soon as I saw those pictures and imagined them in my head, I was somewhat obsessed, but as happens, life got a little in the way. Prac busied me up, then uni and then exam study and etcetera. But two days ago, I caved, and took a stand against study. I whipped up that cookie dough and made myself a delicious-freaking pizookie! And oh good lord it was heaven in my mouth. Gooey on the inside, crunchy on the outside, a mixture between cake and cookie and heaven on earth.

What was that? You wanted a definition of a pizookie? Urban Dictionary defines it as '

a 'pizza-cookie', baked and served in a personal-sized circular tin, generally with ice cream on top. Avalible from BJ's Pizza & Brewery'.  Well, apparently they are from BJ's? Well I never. I will mention that urban dictionary has some other interesting definitions of pizookie which may have spoiled my perception a tad. (Sidenote: I became very disillusioned when I searched my own name 'Jill' on urban dictionary. Definition 3 = gross. men are just plain gross.)

Sending my pizookie off to get cooked and primed.

The required photoshoot that every pizookie deserves. This would have been a whole lot better looking with ice-cream on it but I just cannot have ice-cream with a hot dessert. Seriously, the thought of ice-cream melting and making my dessert cold is enough to make me barf like a baby. Ugh. But now I am getting so totally off topic. I don't think we're on our fifth date yet so I think I shall keep the ugly things about me a secret for now.

Yes. I am wearing a wicked jumper - I am studying for exams which means I am entitled to wear daggy clothes all day long.

And settling down with my pizookie to watch some Grey's Anatomy. I can nearly claim watching Grey's Anatomy as studying in my eyes.

Verdict? Definitely one to make again!