April 5, 2005
I was really wanting some chocolate chip cookies this weekend and since my wife Karen was out of town I decided to go ahead and make them myself. How hard can it be, right?
I found the recipe and started mixing things together.
In hindsight, I think it would be wise to make sure you had all the ingredients you needed BEFORE you started out on a cooking excursion because I seemed to be short on a whole lot of the key cookie components.
Right off the bat it called for two large eggs. I did not have two large eggs I had several medium eggs. I decided the smart move would be to put in three medium eggs to make up the difference. Judging by the finished product I would have to say that was probably one egg too many.
I then discovered there were only about twenty five chocolate chips left in the bag. (I do enjoy a handful of those from time to time when nobody is looking) Since this did not seem to be enough chips for the cookies I started looking around for something else I could throw in. I found a small Tupperware bowl in the freezer containing some sort of obscure crushed nuts. In they went.
The real problem was the brown sugar… it was hard as a rock… literally. I got a hammer out of the garage and started pounding the tar out of the bag but I could only get it crushed down to chunks that were about two inches square. The recipe did not say what to do in a situation like this so I decided maybe if I just mixed the chunks in with the other ingredients perhaps they would soften up and disappear. They did not.
What to do at this point? With visions of chocolate chip cookies and milk dancing in my head, I threw it on into the oven and hoped the cooking process would magically turn my lumpy batter into delicious cookies.
I don’t think what I ended up with could technically be called a chocolate chip cookie… they were more like brown sugar chunk cookies. Since the brown sugar was in chunks and not spread out in the dough, the cookie itself was pretty darn bland. An average of two chocolate chips and one nut per cookie didn’t help things either but hey, when you hit one of those two inch pockets of pure brown sugar it was just like eating brown sugar straight out of the bag… which I also like to do… when nobody is looking.