Three
billion. That’s how many fortune cookies
are made every year, to satisfy our craving for a surprise in a secret
compartment.
I don’t know anyone who can
resist snapping open that crisp little cookie to see what the slip of paper
says. In recent years I’ve noticed these have become “advice” cookies more than
fortune cookies, and I’m always disappointed when it says to hold my tongue
(ha!) or to get more exercise (double ha!) when what I really want to hear is
that I’m going on a fabulous vacation.
Though I have visited the tiny
Golden Gate Fortune Cookie Factory in an inauspicious alley in San Francisco,
this is not where they originated.
People argue over how these cookies actually came to be, but they all
agree it was not the Chinese, but the Japanese who came up with the idea. Apparently these confections don’t even exist
in China.
I tried to make some once,
containing my own personalized fortunes.
But you have to fold them while they’re still hot, which means you can
only bake two or three at a time without a machine. Always think twice when a recipe says, “Working
quickly.” I finally threw the fortunes
in the trash, along with the cooled and broken remnants of my great idea.
I finally just served purchased cookies that I dipped in white chocolate and then crushed peppermints. They were immediately better-- but then what isn't improved, if you dip it in white chocolate?
Even without a chocolate coating, we love to get our
cookie at the end of a Chinese meal. We
know some poor lackey is making up the messages in the back room, yet we cannot
resist reading it and wondering if it will come true. Maybe that’s what I like about fortune
cookies- - they let us be a kid again for a couple of minutes. And that’s worth more than all the tea in
China.
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