Laurie has been kindly taking requests from the Martha Stewart Holiday Cookies special issue, the one that kept Hsiao-Ching Chou of the P-I up all night and forced Megan Seling of the Stranger to embark on a cookie marathon. As of today, Seling has made 54 cookies.

Nevertheless, assuming Seling still has the capacity to enjoy any cookie, she has a real treat ahead, because she hasn’t yet made the best cookie in the whole magazine. I say this having tasted only four recipes, but I’m positive one of them is the best cookie in the magazine, because it’s one of the best cookies I’ve had in my whole life: chocolate malt sandwiches.

You make a ganache with bittersweet chocolate, half-and-half, cream cheese, and a lot of malt powder. Then sandwich that between two thin, chewy chocolate cookies. I want to pull out my crusty palette of food-writer adjectives to describe them, but you’re already sold, aren’t you?

I can’t find anyone selling the magazine online, but it’s supposed to be on newsstands until January 2. It’s Martha Stewart; how hard could it be to find?

After dinner, Iris ate some bites of cookie and enjoyed them as much as I did. Then she started rooting through her toybox and found a sushi rolling mat. I’ve never used it to make sushi, but Iris announced, “Roll up Littlecat!” Littlecat, a Beanie Baby, was promptly rolled up in the mat. “Littlecat sandwich,” she said, chewing on his whiskers.

Really, I don’t want to be one of those people who thinks certain foods make their child loopy, but I think chocolate may make Iris just a wee bit loopy.