Bob Ross called mistakes “happy little accidents.” My venture into the world of baking, then, was downright joyful.
For this blog’s final project, I started out with a little bit of research. I was immediately drawn to the blog I Heart Eating because of its name, and knew I had struck gold when its author, Kate, said she makes this chocolate chip cookie recipe when she “want[s] cookies five minutes ago.” This, definitely, was going to be the first recipe I made.
You can’t really tell in the picture, but the dough came out kind of crumbly. Once the cookies were done, I also thought that they looked a little lighter than usual. I don’t think I used enough brown sugar.
Huh, I thought. That’s weird. Must be this recipe. (It was not the recipe. More on this later.)
I contemplated how to choose another cookie recipe for this post. With Christmas fast approaching, I decided to try my hand at my Grandma’s sugar cookie recipe. I made the dough, chilled it, rolled it out, and cut it with the cookie cutters I borrowed from my mom.
And now, we have arrived at the moment of my downfall. See this bag of unbleached flour? See how it pretty clearly says “self-rising” right there on the front, boxed in blue so you know for sure what you’re getting, which is self-rising flour? I didn’t, even though it turns out that George Hecker actually invented the first self-rising flour.
Let’s say it’s because it’s finals week and my brain is fried.
Aside from being a little cake-y and kinda dry, they actually weren’t that bad. I’m not sure I’d say my grandma would be proud, but she’d definitely get a laugh out of it. She was a wonderful, funny, strong woman, and her baking prowess remains unparalleled.