A FEW WEEKS ago, a really nice woman came into the gallery. Well, I didn’t know how nice she was back then. All I knew was that she was from Baltimore (her answer to my query), and since I grew up there, we started talking about our shared home. She asked me if she could bring anything the next time she visits. I got shy (this doesn’t usually happen), and said “Oh no, that’s ok, so nice of you to ask.” She responded, “No, really – if you could have anything from Baltimore, what would it be?” Without hesitation, I answered “Berger cookies. I haven’t had one for years, and you can’t get them anywhere else.”
“Done,” she said, and her friend said “She means it, you know. She really means it.” So nice. And yet, in the flow of spring and early summer, I forgot all about it…
…until today. I was upstairs on a call with one of our Mentorship students, when Toby dropped off the package. For the poor folks who have never heard of Berger cookies, here they are:
Two boxes of deliciousness. They look like hockey pucks (or worse), but they taste fantastic. Apparently each one is iced by hand, chocolate fudge on top of a cakey cookie. It’s not about the cookie on the bottom – you eat these for the fudge on top. Just like you buy Lucky Charms for the little marshmallows.
In case this isn’t clear, I am now six years old, and in Baltimore heaven. Toby, you just made my day!
Oh, and while I have your attention, Alison’s annual opening at the Granary Gallery in West Tisbury is this Sunday, from 5 to 7pm. Hope we see you there!
I had my first Berger cookie about six months ago. Someone brought them to a potluck dessert party. I sneakily took the whole package to my table and ate EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM!
They are that good.
I apologize for keeping you on the phone and away from your Berger cookies! I have tears in my eyes imagining 6 year old Sue enjoying her treasures…
Wow! The health people were fussing with the Berger makers about the way they make their cookies. They were closed down for a couple weeks and worked it out!!! So now we can have their scrumptious cookies again. Enjoy!
I too grew up in Baltimore, but this is the first I’ve heard of Berger Cookies. As a chocaholic, I have to check these out the next time I’m in Baltimore. I heartily subscribe to the concept of the cookie just being a vehicle (aka excuse) for the fudge!
Enjoy every last morsel!!! (And BTW, have a GREAT show at the Granary – I’m sure you will.)
I grew up in Baltimore also and my family LOVES Berger Cookies. Friends and relatives still send them to us every once in a while. Enjoy!
I grew up in Washington, D.C., made occasional trips to Baltimore, and left the area in 1954. How did I miss Berger Cookies? Maybe they hadn’t been invented yet. They look and sound delicious!
Bob Mathews
Sue we could get a side business going at the gallery selling Berger’s! I’ll be the supplier!
I’d never get any work done!!
Not surprised by Toby’s thoughtfulness. That’s how we Gordon’roll.
Enjoy them while you can because if the Feds eliminate trans fats they will be gone.
Sue,
I was the other woman with Toby that day. She visited me in Providence right before she visited you and brought me Berger cookies as well. I am presently keeping them well hidden from my husband. Yummy.
I am so glad you helped in my discovery of Berger cookies. Toby is so great as well.
Colleen Farrissey