It should be no surprise to anyone that has read my blog that
I love to bake. Give me an excuse, or no
excuse at all, and I will be more than happy to whip up a tasty treat. With one
exception. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I
am here today to profess my complete and utter distain for an American favorite:
the chocolate chip cookie.
Now, I know what you’re thinking. “Nestle Tollhouse commercials show the
perfect family making cookies together with a smile on their faces and enjoying
every second.” Well, I’m here to set the record straight.
This afternoon I received a text from Nick saying one of the
firefighters he mentored passed a big test.
Fantastic news! Nick had told him
the day before that if he passed, I would bake his favorite dessert. Nick’s station is no stranger to my culinary
skills. I love baking for them and it’s
always appreciated. So when I got the text bearing the good news I asked what I
was making. He said the unthinkable…chocolate
chip cookies. I asked Nick if his fellow
firefighter would change his mind and rattled off a list of other baked goods I
had perfected. But alas, chocolate chip
cookies it was.
I got home and went straight to the kitchen. The dough
turned out fantastic and the cookies became a lovely golden brown. They looked picture perfect. Well, that is
until I had to take them off the cookie sheet.
For some reason or another, every.single.time. I make these freaking
cookies they fall apart from the center out.
I am the first to admit that I have slight OCD when baking
because in my mind, if the end result looks like a crumpled mess, no one is
going to eat it. (I secretly blame my 4-H days). I ended up getting so frustrated with the
half dozen destroyed cookies that I tossed spatula into the sink, grabbed the bowl
of cookie dough and a spoon and sat down at the table to drown my sorrows. Nick and his patience were able to
successfully get the cookies off the sheet without doing too terribly much
damage. That’s why we make a good
pair. BUT I don’t get it! Why don’t these stupid cookies just come out
in one piece just like every other cookie I make? Why do these have to be so difficult? And WHY
do these have to be the favorite of not one, but TWO firefighters at Nick’s
station. Ugh…
In the end about three dozen decently looking cookies were
packed up to be brought in to the station in the morning. Yes I survived but
that doesn’t mean I like these cookies any better. In fact, I may hate them even more as I lay
curled up in a ball on our couch simultaneously wanting to get sick from eating
about 5 cookies worth of dough and craving a little more. Damn these cookies anyway.
