Decadence on a Dime: Smorgasburg and Black and White Cookies

This past weekend, I indulged in the delicious offerings of Brooklyn Flea Food Festival, Smorgasburg, not once, but twice, briefly visiting the Williamsburg location with a few friends on Saturday and then strolling through the DUMBO location with my sister on Sunday. I was able to exhibit some mild restraint each visit, not tearing through the tents buying each and every delicious item. Elizabeth and I planned our trip after a margarita and guacamole outing at a new neighborhood favorite, Gran Electrica, so we figured the prudent thing to do would be to split a sweet. Immediately, we noticed a tent where a man was lathering thick and fresh butter cream frosting onto a large cake cookie, the final touches of the essential Brooklyn black and white cookie. With our waists on our minds, foolishly, we split one. 

Verbose and effusive and bombastic as I often am, I am not entirely certain words can describe how amazing and satisfying this food experience was; pinnacle, watershed, and life changing come to mind. Elizabeth and I continued to reference this cookie, devoured in moments, in mere bites, hours later that afternoon. Despite its short life, I managed to get a rather pathetic piece of photographic evidence. Unfortunately, we were both busy licking and chewing, and I neglected to note the vendor name. Something along the lines of "Cookie God" seems appropriate, but, I am sure, wildly inaccurate. Probably the best 3$ I have spent in years.