I knew I had the recipe, I had seen it some time before when reorganizing the kitchen. Now, being me, of course I had no recollection of where it was exactly! So off I went hunting, looking through her files and folders until I found the recipe in a loose leaf tucked inside a cookbook. Took a look at the recipe and it seemed to e straightforward. Better yet, other than the baking soda and powder I had all the other ingredients already!
A quick trip to the supermarket and 30 minutes later I was breaking eggs, sifting flour, and using the mixer. Usually I have some problems understanding recipes: words like "fold" tend to take on a completely new meaning, leaving me bewildered. This time, however, the instructions were easy to follow and other than measuring, mixing and stirring there was not much else I had to do. So I measured, mixed and stirred and eventually had something in the bowl that looked like cookie batter.
Oven pre-heated, cookie sheet greased, and one hour later I had my cookies. They looked right, but the proof is in the tasting and I have to confess I was a little afraid to try them. I was doing this for Sharon and I had the irrational fear that if they did not taste right I would have somehow failed her. But they tasted ok, a little less cinnamon-y then hers, but good enough.
So I succeeded in my first ever cookie baking attempt. I was surprised about how uncomplicated it was, dismayed at the mess I created, satisfied with the process and looking forward to doing it again. As for the end result, here is a picture:
A quick trip to the supermarket and 30 minutes later I was breaking eggs, sifting flour, and using the mixer. Usually I have some problems understanding recipes: words like "fold" tend to take on a completely new meaning, leaving me bewildered. This time, however, the instructions were easy to follow and other than measuring, mixing and stirring there was not much else I had to do. So I measured, mixed and stirred and eventually had something in the bowl that looked like cookie batter.
Oven pre-heated, cookie sheet greased, and one hour later I had my cookies. They looked right, but the proof is in the tasting and I have to confess I was a little afraid to try them. I was doing this for Sharon and I had the irrational fear that if they did not taste right I would have somehow failed her. But they tasted ok, a little less cinnamon-y then hers, but good enough.
So I succeeded in my first ever cookie baking attempt. I was surprised about how uncomplicated it was, dismayed at the mess I created, satisfied with the process and looking forward to doing it again. As for the end result, here is a picture:
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