Cookies, round 2
Dec. 20th, 2007 06:32 pmOkay. I've been beating myself up all week over the failure of Saturday's chocolate chip cookies. I mean, cookies! Any American toddler can make them! And the waste of Irish butter and Ghiradhelli chocolate chips grieved me.
So tonight I couldn't stand it any longer, and I still had eggs and sugar and flour and the other half of the pack of chocolate chips. (I do baking in one-egg batches, which means halving the quantities on all the recipes I've found.) I don't quite understand how I could fit more than that into the oven, anyway.) There was no more butter, but there was soft margarine. So I tried again, nervously, with much less molasses and a cooler oven, and timing carefully with the microwave clock, my faithful wind-up timer having suddenly worn out somewhere in the middle of the Saturday incident. (The scientist in me would have preferred to vary one variable at a time, but the part of me that picked up my war-time-raised mother's horror of wasted ingredients vetoed that.) And I have cookies! Not very tidy cookies, but cookies.
My self-worth is somewhat restored.(Though considering the difference in texture of the dough, it's quite possible I just miscounted the flour last time; it can hardly have been the egg or the butter, after all! Measuring out ingredients in little nesting scoops doesn't come naturally to me.)
So tonight I couldn't stand it any longer, and I still had eggs and sugar and flour and the other half of the pack of chocolate chips. (I do baking in one-egg batches, which means halving the quantities on all the recipes I've found.) I don't quite understand how I could fit more than that into the oven, anyway.) There was no more butter, but there was soft margarine. So I tried again, nervously, with much less molasses and a cooler oven, and timing carefully with the microwave clock, my faithful wind-up timer having suddenly worn out somewhere in the middle of the Saturday incident. (The scientist in me would have preferred to vary one variable at a time, but the part of me that picked up my war-time-raised mother's horror of wasted ingredients vetoed that.) And I have cookies! Not very tidy cookies, but cookies.
My self-worth is somewhat restored.(Though considering the difference in texture of the dough, it's quite possible I just miscounted the flour last time; it can hardly have been the egg or the butter, after all! Measuring out ingredients in little nesting scoops doesn't come naturally to me.)
