So the plan was to make some raspberry thumprints to take Heather at work. Heather works the dreaded evil Friday night shift in composing. Tragically...the best laid plans and all that...any form of raspberry filling proved to be missing in action. I didn't discover this until after I had already made the dough. Soooo...rasberry extract to the rescue and the one time thumprints ended up with some chocolate in the middle and iced with raspberry buttercream. Heather seemed to like them alright, but she could have been lying, she is incredibly nice. Too nice to tell me that the cookies I gave her sucked at 11:30 at night.
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