Some of you may have read this post last month when Jason challenged me to find a better chocolate chip cookie recipe than his old standby on the back of the Nestle Toll House Chocolate Chip package. Had you thought I'd forgotten? Succumbed to defeat, perhaps? Oh no. I wouldn't forget being smacked (lightly, mind you) in the face by a ladybug shaped bath mitt that quickly. No, I just decided to forget about chocolate chip cookies for a while. Spring does that to me. I get distracted. I crave fruit. I eat strawberries by the bucketful. I stop craving cookies (I know! Who does that? Well, me.). I forget to make cookies.
Jason, however, does not forget to stop wanting them (or reminding me that he wants them). So, while on my cookie-making-consuming hiatus, I have been scouring for recipes and bookmarking the ones that look promising. I've narrowed my search to two. I just popped the dough from the first recipe, found here, in the refrigerator. This recipe calls for refrigerating the dough 36 hours before baking! Just where do you stash cookie dough that you have to keep your paws off of for 36 hours? In the refrigerator in the garage, out of sight, out of mind, and out of reach of Audrey's two curious hands.
Jason is hosting a game night for a few friends on Sunday night, which seems like the perfect venue for a cookie taste test. (We don't need to eat all of these cookies ourselves). I'll serve my two batches next to a third batch made from the Toll House recipe (in a blind taste test, of course). What if Toll House comes out on top? My search will continue. After all, I'm no quitter.
Jason, however, does not forget to stop wanting them (or reminding me that he wants them). So, while on my cookie-making-consuming hiatus, I have been scouring for recipes and bookmarking the ones that look promising. I've narrowed my search to two. I just popped the dough from the first recipe, found here, in the refrigerator. This recipe calls for refrigerating the dough 36 hours before baking! Just where do you stash cookie dough that you have to keep your paws off of for 36 hours? In the refrigerator in the garage, out of sight, out of mind, and out of reach of Audrey's two curious hands.
Jason is hosting a game night for a few friends on Sunday night, which seems like the perfect venue for a cookie taste test. (We don't need to eat all of these cookies ourselves). I'll serve my two batches next to a third batch made from the Toll House recipe (in a blind taste test, of course). What if Toll House comes out on top? My search will continue. After all, I'm no quitter.
She ain't a quitter... just a forgetter!!!
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