C is for cookie
May. 17th, 2007 11:25 amLast night while watching ANTM (and, by the way, I'm not particularly happy with the outcome there) I decided that I wanted to make cookies. This is not entirely unprecedented; I often find myself thinking about dessert during ANTM. In any case, I wanted to make cookies to take to work, in order to run with my time-honoured plan of making people like me through bribery (in this case, the goal was to have the staff remember me as the best temporary manager ever). So I made cookies.
First I had to go to the store, because I don't generally have eggs or butter in the house, although I still had white chocolate chips and dried cranberries lying around from the last time I made these cookies. When I got back from the store it was already 9:15, not the best time to start baking, really, considering I normally try to be heading to bed at 10, what with having to get up at 6 and needing lots and lots of sleep in order to not be a cranky, weepy mess during the day. Also, there was the small matter of my dirty dishes, which covered every surface in the kitchen (this is not as bad as it seems, since my kitchen is approximately the size of a closet and has basically enough counter space for a cutting board or a mixing bowl, but not both) (however, the dishes had spread to the top of the stove, which is my back-up preparing surface).
So I made cookies on the kitchen table. Some of you, at this point, are probably sitting there thinking, "but what about the stove?". My stove sucks, as I've mentioned here before, and doesn't heat up to anything near the temperature you set it at, and doesn't keep the heat. So I tricked it and preheated it to a ridiculous temperature, which meant that by the time I was ready to bake the first tray it had struggled almost to the temperature I really wanted, although they did have to cook a little longer than the recipe said.
You're probably all anticipating a big dramatic ending here -- something along the lines of "I stayed up until midnight making cookies and they didn't turn out at all and life sucks!" Amazingly enough, this was not the case. I was up pretty late, because I am sloooow and I don't have a mixer of any sort, so I spent a large amount of time sitting at the table with my wooden spoon, attempting to make the butter and sugar and eggs mix together, but the cookies turned out just fine. And the bribery seems to be working!
First I had to go to the store, because I don't generally have eggs or butter in the house, although I still had white chocolate chips and dried cranberries lying around from the last time I made these cookies. When I got back from the store it was already 9:15, not the best time to start baking, really, considering I normally try to be heading to bed at 10, what with having to get up at 6 and needing lots and lots of sleep in order to not be a cranky, weepy mess during the day. Also, there was the small matter of my dirty dishes, which covered every surface in the kitchen (this is not as bad as it seems, since my kitchen is approximately the size of a closet and has basically enough counter space for a cutting board or a mixing bowl, but not both) (however, the dishes had spread to the top of the stove, which is my back-up preparing surface).
So I made cookies on the kitchen table. Some of you, at this point, are probably sitting there thinking, "but what about the stove?". My stove sucks, as I've mentioned here before, and doesn't heat up to anything near the temperature you set it at, and doesn't keep the heat. So I tricked it and preheated it to a ridiculous temperature, which meant that by the time I was ready to bake the first tray it had struggled almost to the temperature I really wanted, although they did have to cook a little longer than the recipe said.
You're probably all anticipating a big dramatic ending here -- something along the lines of "I stayed up until midnight making cookies and they didn't turn out at all and life sucks!" Amazingly enough, this was not the case. I was up pretty late, because I am sloooow and I don't have a mixer of any sort, so I spent a large amount of time sitting at the table with my wooden spoon, attempting to make the butter and sugar and eggs mix together, but the cookies turned out just fine. And the bribery seems to be working!