Roommate-Wooing With Gwyneth

Apartment-hunting in New York City is serious business, practically a full-time job in itself. I’ve heard from friends tales of going to see a prospective sublet, only to find themselves walking up the stairs behind someone toting a checkbook, ready to sign over a deposit on the spot. Before I even arrived in the city I had already experienced a taste of this failure, as two very promising apartments both fell apart over my two-day drive from Portland to Wisconsin. It seemed every time my phone buzzed, it was reporting more bad news. Despondent and prospectless as I arrived in the city last week, I spent hours laboring over my standard email response to Craigslist ads, hoping I could present myself and my dog as two witty, lovable cads no self-respecting roommates could ever pass by. And my work paid off, as I heard back from the vast majority of ads I responded to, but after hearing from one respondent that I was one of EIGHTY potential roommates, I knew I needed a secret weapon. Enter Gwyneth and her Mutti’s Pecan Butterballs.

The Mutti in question is Gwyneth’s grandmother, whom she famously called a “real cunt.” She keeps things more family-friendly in the cookbook, euphemistically calling her “how shall I say this? — a unique person.” But she raves about Mutti’s balls (oh, stop), so I knew these were just the thing I needed to give me a leg up on all my roommate competition in this fierce city.

Plus, they’re so easy! Using my hands, I just mixed together two sticks of unsalted butter, a bit of flour, and two cups of crushed pecans. I then rolled them into small balls and baked them for roughly 20 minutes. Once they had cooled a bit, I just rolled them in powdered sugar, and there we have Mutti’s Butterballs! Or, as we’ve taken to calling them: cunt balls.

Cunt balls, pre-sugar.

Seeing as these are basically just butter, pecans, and sugar, you know they’re pretty good. Sadly, they’re very dry. Pop one of these cunt balls in your mouth, and immediately all the moisture in your body departs through your salivary glands. It’s an absolute must to have a glass of water on hand when eating one of these cookies. It’s like trying to eat eight saltine crackers in under a minute.

But dry cunt balls be damned, I knew it would be the thought that counted, so I wrapped a few in tin foil for each showing and presented them to all my prospective roommates as, “bribery cookies.” And were they successful? Well, out of four apartment showings early last week, I got four offers — including the place with over eighty prospects. (Sadly, nothing has become concrete with any of these offers yet, as landlords in this city are definitely the offspring of Satan.)

Score one for that old cunt Mutti!



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10 responses to “Roommate-Wooing With Gwyneth

  1. Avonasea

    I am going to a cookie bake-off Dec. 4th. I am not in the mood for making anything fancy, so perhaps Mutti’s balls will be just the thing? If I were to make these, would people hate me? I don’t own The Book, so is the recipe literally just these 4 ingredients? How long did you bake them and at what temperature? Thanks!….And best of luck with the apartment hunting – sounds very exciting and very awful at once. Much like Mutti’s balls, I suppose.

    • They’re not that great. I just gave them to another potential roommate, who took one bite and said, “They are very dry,” while spewing powdered sugar from his mouth. He didn’t take a second bite ever. But yeah, it’s literally just those four ingredients. I think I baked them for 20 minutes at 350 degrees? I don’t have the book with me right now, but it was something like that. I just baked them until they seemed done. These are, like, insanely basic. And insanely mediocre. They’re only effective for me because no one’s expecting bribery cookies.

  2. fd

    This is a standard cookie recipe sometimes known as Mexican wedding cakes or Russian tea cakes, they can be made with most types of nuts. It’s frankly insulting that she would try to take any kind of credit for these . . . it’s like taking credit for tollhouse cookies . . .

  3. Clair

    So… basically these are balls of baked butter? Hmm…

    Good luck with the apartment search! I hope you and Bark are reunited soon.

  4. Good luck finding a place! I’d eat your cunt balls. Wait, that doesn’t sound right. OR DOES IT?

  5. I’ve had the mexican wedding cakes, and they weren’t dry, so what the hell did ole Gwyenny do to the recipe?
    Good luck finding a home!

  6. fd

    I think Danny probably overbaked them . . . Sorry Danny . . . & welcome to New York!

    • Not Your Sister Nikki

      Haha he does seem to refuse to follow directions when it comes to baking (“I just baked them until they seemed done”) when directions are most important!

      • fd

        Yes, these cookies in particular do not look “done” when they are done — they don’t really brown, and they don’t flatten out like drop cookies, so it’s easy to overbake them if you are relying on appearance to decide when they are done.

  7. zoobabe

    Good luck finding an apt. Danny! Maybe bring some Schwetty Balls as a bribe next time? I hear that they “melt in your mouth”.

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