I Eat Raw Cookie Dough
because the actual cookies are always crap. I just made a batch and they are ridiculously horrible. I can't make chocolate chip cookies. They come out flat and therefore too crispy and just all around bad.
This batch is for my daughter. Her birthday is tomorrow. I told her I was sorry, and it's just not something I've ever been able to do. She told me they looked great. At first, I thought she was being nice, then I realized, she's never seen a good chocolate chip cookie.
Now I know all of you bakers out there are itching to comment and tell me all of the things I did wrong. I've done some research on this already, so DO NOT tell me that my butter and eggs should be at room temperature before I start. They were thank you very much. DO NOT tell me I should chill the dough, I did. Do not tell me that I shouldn't put the cookie dough on hot baking sheets. Heaven forbid!! I would never do that. And do not tell me to add a box of vanilla instant pudding to the dough. This according to one website is the foolproof method to perfect chocolate chip cookies. Well, they haven't met this fool.
The thing is, this post really isn't about cookies, it's about failure and about keeping my heart safe. I have so many friends here that write so beautifully about their lives. You are open and truthful and wonderful. I hide in the shadows. I comment sometimes. More often, I will gesture or send a PM. I admire all of you so much for your bravery in facing the truth and sharing your hurts. I keep my hurts, disappointments and failures tucked away safe and sound. I'm a bit of a chicken (and btw, I can cook chicken. People have been known to moan in rapturous delight when they taste my chicken piccata).
So here it is. This is as open and honest and deep as I can get in public. I am a complete failure at making chocolate chip cookies and it really bugs the **** out of me.
UPDATE 10.08.2011
My kids have been bugging me to make chocolate chip cookies for them. I told them that I don't make cookies anymore, but they wouldn't shut up. So finally, I told them that I would buy the ingredients and they could make the cookies themselves. They said ok.
Their cookies turned out perfect. They look good, they taste good. They are exactly what cookies should be.
Sometimes cookies are just cookies, and sometimes the universe is trying to tell you something. I always worry that my children will be affected by my failures. That seeing me fall flat on my face at something will somehow guarantee that they will never succeed at the same thing. At this point in my life, everything that I do is a combination of loving them with everything that I am and letting them go to grow up to be themselves. Is that enough? There are a few areas in life where I have completely failed. Will they be strong enough to succeed?
Obviously, I won't know the answers to these questions for many years. What I do know for sure is that I can't make cookies, but my kids can.
This batch is for my daughter. Her birthday is tomorrow. I told her I was sorry, and it's just not something I've ever been able to do. She told me they looked great. At first, I thought she was being nice, then I realized, she's never seen a good chocolate chip cookie.
Now I know all of you bakers out there are itching to comment and tell me all of the things I did wrong. I've done some research on this already, so DO NOT tell me that my butter and eggs should be at room temperature before I start. They were thank you very much. DO NOT tell me I should chill the dough, I did. Do not tell me that I shouldn't put the cookie dough on hot baking sheets. Heaven forbid!! I would never do that. And do not tell me to add a box of vanilla instant pudding to the dough. This according to one website is the foolproof method to perfect chocolate chip cookies. Well, they haven't met this fool.
The thing is, this post really isn't about cookies, it's about failure and about keeping my heart safe. I have so many friends here that write so beautifully about their lives. You are open and truthful and wonderful. I hide in the shadows. I comment sometimes. More often, I will gesture or send a PM. I admire all of you so much for your bravery in facing the truth and sharing your hurts. I keep my hurts, disappointments and failures tucked away safe and sound. I'm a bit of a chicken (and btw, I can cook chicken. People have been known to moan in rapturous delight when they taste my chicken piccata).
So here it is. This is as open and honest and deep as I can get in public. I am a complete failure at making chocolate chip cookies and it really bugs the **** out of me.
UPDATE 10.08.2011
My kids have been bugging me to make chocolate chip cookies for them. I told them that I don't make cookies anymore, but they wouldn't shut up. So finally, I told them that I would buy the ingredients and they could make the cookies themselves. They said ok.
Their cookies turned out perfect. They look good, they taste good. They are exactly what cookies should be.
Sometimes cookies are just cookies, and sometimes the universe is trying to tell you something. I always worry that my children will be affected by my failures. That seeing me fall flat on my face at something will somehow guarantee that they will never succeed at the same thing. At this point in my life, everything that I do is a combination of loving them with everything that I am and letting them go to grow up to be themselves. Is that enough? There are a few areas in life where I have completely failed. Will they be strong enough to succeed?
Obviously, I won't know the answers to these questions for many years. What I do know for sure is that I can't make cookies, but my kids can.
View more Responses