I don’t know if I ever mentioned this but I’m a big fan of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde…. the musical. Not too many people have heard of it — perhaps, rightfully so. The schmaltzy melodies combined with decidedly melodramatic lyrics are a wee bit of a departure from the literary classic. But I like it: forces of diametric opposition clashing against one another, notions of mistaken identity…. great flute solos in the score…. all the good stuff!

Why do I mention this? you ask. Well, shocking as it may sound, it reminds me of my most recent baking adventure.

Last Thursday, I hit the kitchen for the first time in (alas) far too long. The objective: recreate the cookie cakes I used to love in my omnivore days. The recipe: Giant Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip Cookie Cake.

The process, I will say, was fairly painless. Throw the wet ingredients — maple syrup, peanut butter and other vegan deliciousness — into a food processor before then adding the dry ingredients. Place in the oven and voila! You have your cookie cake.

Vegan Cookie Cake Shot borrowed from thumbinplum.com (Original image lost in blog migration)

And, as I am pleased to report, it was yummy! Many thanks to 1,000 Vegan Recipes for the recipe.

But alas my remarkable talent for overanalyzing has gotten the better of me once again… last night as I was enjoying my new creation I couldn’t help but wonder: is it a cookie or is it a cake? Can it be both? As my sister will testify, I conveniently referred to it as “the pie” but it’s definitely not a pie.

In “sampling” it once again this morning — enjoying my breakfast of champions — I sought to determine whether it was one or the other: cookie or cake. And I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s just not quite a cake. Firstly, there’s no frosting: though, that’s not always a dealbreaker. Secondly, and more importantly, it’s just a bit too dense. Though thoroughly cooked, it has more the consistency of a cookie than a light cake. Also, though this may seem trivial, you can eat it with your hands: a practice I associate more with cookies than with cakes.

But as with any mystery, any case of mistaken identity, I may have to conduct further research. And so with lunch swiftly approaching, don’t be too surprised if I cut myself another slice of this cookie masquerading as a cake.