I'm writing this post at 10:00 at night, but my mom won't let me post it until tomorrow morning. (I get so many complaints that I write too long of posts. My mom says, "You wrote a book today, don't post any more until tomorrow, so people have a chance to see what you already posted.") I'm telling you that, so you can read the post as past tense.
Last but not least, I made a batch of cracked sugar cookies. I ran out of flour, so I had to use 1/2 a cup whole wheat flour, but they still turned out fine. The recipe I used makes anywhere between 5 dozen - 6 dozen cookies, we always have extras. I decided to half the recipe this time, and it only made like 24 cookies, that's not nearly enough. I love baking and I love baking for people (i.e. to bring to a party, a get together, or just because, ect.) but it always makes me laugh when people ask for recipes. I'm one of those people who can't follow the recipe to the "T." For instance, my chocolate chip cookie recipe...it's not a "real" recipe. I took three different recipes, and after experimenting and testing different mixtures, I combined the three recipes to get the recipe I have. But it gets worse, I still don't follow that recipe either. Sometimes I add 1/2 cup extra flour, sometimes I add less, I usually never measure my vanilla, and I've often added more eggs than the recipe calls for. They never turn out the same as the time before. I also never follow baking directions. If the recipe says preheat the oven to 350, I do 325.
Earlier I was helping my dad do something on the computer when my timer dang. I asked Shelbie to get the batch of cookies out of the oven. About three minutes later I walked over to the stove (where two cookie trays were sitting.) Usually the newest batch fresh from the oven gets set on top of the burner, and the already cooled one gets set on the counter. I guess Shelbie doesn't know that's how it "should" be done...so I walked over to the counter and for some reason I was going to move the tray so that I could have room to work at the counter. Without thinking, I grabbed the tray with my bare hands and started yelping. Shelbie was staring at me with a look that said 'oops...did I do that?' Finally she said, "Um...careful, it's hot." My finger tips were red for a while, but they aren't burning anymore.
My timer is dinging and I only have one more batch to do. So I am off to throw the last batch in the oven and clean up my mess.
haha shyloh.. the bell dang? that sounds reallly funny to me:) love you!
ReplyDeleteWhat a strange way of baking. I cook the same way (you saw me make diner), but could never bake cookies without a recipe.
ReplyDeleteTHOSE LOOK AMAZING!!!!!!!!! hehe
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