Maple syrup is intimately associated with pancakes. In fact, mentioning one often conjures up images of the other, as the two are forever intertwined, food partners as inseparable as bagels and cream cheese, or peanut butter and jelly.
But what if you took the sweet, rich flavor of maple syrup and put it into a cookie? The results are actually quite marvelous. And how this idea would have come about, I can only imagine…
In the great snowy forest of Alberta, Ryan sat in his log cabin, reading his well-worn copy of The Life of Pi, dreaming of being out on the ocean, of being away from this eternal winter wonderland.
The trees had given a lot of sap this year, and so he had been blessed with an abundance of maple syrup. Giant jugs of it sat in the corner, as he was unable to find buyers for all of it. There were only so many pancake breakfasts he could have by his lonesome before he would start going insane. What to do with all that maple syrup?
One day, while on a stroll in the woods, he saw a flutter of red in the distance. As he approached, he realized that it was a young woman with a large red scarf. Her leg seemed trapped underneath a tree branch, and she was struggling to get out. Ryan, the gentleman that he was, immediately offered his assistance, which was eagerly accepted, as the poor girl had been stuck there for quite some time in the cold.
“Thank you so much!” beamed the young woman with jet black hair. She stared into his eyes, and immediately they both felt the warmth despite being in a forest of white. “My name is Rachel,” she said, as she held out her hand.
“I’m Ryan,” he responded, taking her hand in his with a firm handshake. Rachel felt a small tingle, perhaps from the cold and fatigue, or perhaps from the unexpected firmness of his handshake after months of no physical contact even approaching that level of sensuality.
Continuing in his gentlemanly ways, he invited her into his log cabin. She marveled at the vast quantities of maple syrup in his cabin. Warm pancakes drizzled with maple syrup were one of her greatest indulgences. And here she was, surrounded by what seemed like an infinite supply of that delightful brown nectar, along with this handsome man who had saved her from the cold.
Thinking of the cold made her think about baking. It was a pastime she often indulged in at home, mixing together large amounts of butter and sugar into round shapes, opening the oven minutes later to greet a tray full of heavenly decadence, popping them into her mouth while still hot, enjoying the sweet, rich goodness of a cookie straight out of the oven.
Rachel blurted this reverie out in front of Ryan. “I love baking cookies!”
Ryan was caught off-guard at her sudden outburst, but was delighted that she had suggested an activity for them, an activity that would produce delicious results. He asked what kind of cookies she was thinking of baking.
Looking around the room and seeing the giant tubs of maple syrup, that was the first thing she suggested. Maple syrup cookies? Who had heard of such a concoction? But maple syrup was basically sugar syrup, with that rich, unmistakeable flavor. And if you can bake stuff with honey, why not with maple syrup?
They started mixing together the dough. Butter, brown sugar, eggs, vanilla, and maple syrup. It formed a rich, brown dough. Baking soda, salt, and flour rounded out the cookie dough, and soon they were scooping out balls of dough onto a baking sheet. Ryan also had some maple syrup on hand, so he sprinkled that on top of the balls for that extra crunch.
Soon the cabin was filled with the heavenly aroma of maple syrup and butter. The cookies had puffed up with a beautiful golden brown color, and they each took one of the hot cookies into their mouths. Their eyes simultaneously lit up with delight, the warm, sweet, delicious cookie filling their mouths with the most delightful taste.
Ryan and Rachel’s eyes were locked together, and instinctively, their lips came together in a kiss. Perhaps it was the shared effort of baking that brought them together. Perhaps sharing the delicious fruits of their labor caused them to want to explore each other’s mouths. No matter, they were locked in a passionate embrace, ignorant of what forces had brought them there.
Ryan’s bed was mere feet away, and it was a convenient place for them to fall onto. Rachel was relieved to lie down in a warm bed after spending all that time in the snow. Especially with this big strong man’s arms wrapped around her, and his lips surrounding hers. She moaned slightly, as she removed her scarf and set it on the bed.
The red scarf flying off was a green light for Ryan to proceed, and he quickly took off her jacket, revealing a fairly tight sweater that showed off Rachel’s curves quite flatteringly. Rachel reciprocated, removing Ryan’s jacket and scarf. He was wearing a long-sleeved shirt that was also quite fitted, allowing his chest, chiseled from the hard work outdoors, to show. She could instantly feel the moisture developing in her nether regions.
The kissing intensified, as did the pace of their disrobing. They were both topless, and soon after, in their underwear, rolling around on the bed with their lips locked together, their chests pressed against one another. Ryan could feel Rachel’s wetness, and she his hardness. They both removed the last barriers to their nudity, and his erection sprung up before her eyes like a rocket going off into space.
The gentleman always keeps protection around, and so of course, Ryan had condoms in his nightstand at the ready. He deftly put it on before sliding easily into Rachel’s now-dripping vagina. The natural lubrication was enough to allow Ryan to go all the way in with no resistance, which elicited an audible moan from him. The moan made Rachel even wetter, if that were even possible, and she started gyrating her hips into his pelvis, feeling his member go deeper and deeper inside of her.
Rachel felt like taking charge, so she flipped him over and mounted him. She bounced up and down on his rock-hard penis, her fluids dripping down the condom. She closed her eyes and moaned, the tip of his penis hitting just the right spot inside of her. Every time it hit her spot, she could feel the pleasure rising within her, until the vat containing it was nearly full. The time had come, and she let out the loudest scream of her life, sheer ecstasy emanating from her vagina that was holding onto Ryan’s penis like its existence depended on being penetrated.
Her screaming was enough to get him off, and Ryan pumped shot after shot into the condom. He shot so much that the condom could not hold it all, and it flowed down his penis and into his pubic hair. Rachel dismounted him and lay next to him, their hands touching, their chests heaving as they tried to catch their breaths.
Rachel closed her eyes and smiled. She had invented a delicious new recipe, and on top of that, had met a man that could satisfy her. What more could she want?
It’s not like I chose their names because Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams are both Canadian. No way.
Maple Syrup Cookies
1 cup (2 sticks) butter, softened
1 cup packed brown sugar
1 egg
1 cup maple syrup
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 teaspoons baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
4 cups all-purpose flour
1/3 cup white or raw sugar
- Preheat oven to 350F.
- Cream together the butter and brown sugar.
- Add the egg, maple syrup, and vanilla extract, and mix until blended.
- Sift together the flour, baking soda, and salt, and stir into the mixture until blended.
- Shape the dough into 1-inch balls, and roll the balls in the white or raw sugar.
- Place the dough balls about 2 inches apart on a cookie sheet and flatten slightly.
- Bake 8 to 10 minutes, or until the edges are brown.
- Let the cookies cool on a wire rack.
The cookie dough. Very moist from the maple syrup.
Balls of dough, rolled in raw sugar, and then flattened.
Eight minutes later, they are done.
The cookies are nice and brown. It makes quite a few.
The raw sugar makes a nice crunch on the outside.
I liked these cookies because they’re not too sweet, and they’re also soft. The maple syrup flavor wasn’t that strong, but I guess you can’t add too much liquid to cookie dough without ruining the consistency.