Last night Hardingfele, Rockstar Tailor, and I set out to make cookies for the Cookie Exchange at work. We pooled our resources, and I had two-thirds of a cup of white flour while she had wheat flour, so that was enough for the oatmeal cookie recipe we were planning to make. However, we had no butter, so we argued for a bit about the best way to acquire some, and finally Hardingfele braved the cold to walk across the street to the local grocery store. Meanwhile, I mixed together the dry ingredients, and Tailor mixed the wet ingredients once her mother returned with the butter. I thought we had measured everything carefully – at least Rockstar Tailor and I had – but Hardingfele put extra oats in so then she put in some more milk. Both of them thought the cookies were too salty, since I had used the prescribed amount but it was sea salt, and they said that was stronger. But the dough tasted pretty good, and we put some pieces of chocolate mint candies in it for an added holiday touch.
And then… we baked them. That’s when it was clear that something had gone horribly wrong. Was it because of the extra milk? Was it because we melted the butter in the microwave? The cookies tasted just fine, but they were very, very thin and crumbly, and I knew they would never do for a cookie exchange. I ended up running to the grocery store and buying sugar cookie dough so that at least I would have something for the Cookie Exchange. Hardingfele wanted to take a picture of the crumbly cookies, but I figure most people know what crumbly cookies look like, so a picture of them would not be blogworthy. I mean, it’s not like one of them looked like the Virgin Mary or something – that would have been blogworthy AND seasonally appropriate!
So now I have lots of cookies: the ones from the exchange, the crumbly but completely edible cookies, and some delectable Nutella bars Toque McToque made for me in exchange for editing a paper for her. (Did I ever mention that Toque used to be a pastry chef?) But I imagine that Hardingfele and Rockstar Tailor would be happy to help me with this problem, and so would Richard Bonomo, Kathbert, Melodee, and Astrochick. In fact, after a talk about Antarctica tonight, we plan to convene at Rich’s house for – you know it – milk and cookies!
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The cookies were not all that bad and I got far better cookies in return. Thanks Faymuss. Don't remember your last name even though I have known you for 10 years :-)
It's Hat - that's H-A-T-T. The disaster cookies were way yummier than the "presentable" ones!
On behalf of Anna Bannana II (sp?), who is unable to leave comments: The cause of cookie failure was your melting the butter in the the microwave oven.
Thus spake AB II
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