Friday Fuck-Up: One Giant Cookie
Last week I was feeling down about life in general, not to mention, I was getting over the flu and had both sinus and ear infections. I needed a pick-me-up.
Now, I don’t bake. I know a lot of people say it’s my fault because I’m not trying hard enough or I’m not paying enough attention BUT REALLY SOMETIMES I DO EVERYTHING and even study the molecular science behind baking and it just doesn’t work for me.
But I’m not a quitter. At 10pm, once my roommates went to bed, I decided to embark on a new adventure: sugar cookies. I’ve successfully made cookies before, and I figured these can’t be that difficult, right?
Now of course I started with frozen butter, so I cut up the frozen sticks into slivers, put them on a plate, then mashed them with the warmth of my hands until the butter was warm enough for the cookies. That’s dedication, yo.
The dough came together and I did everything the recipe said, including rolling the dough in sugar and pressing it down all fancy-like with a glass.
As I was sitting there, proud of myself, thinking “THESE ARE GOING TO BE THE BEST COOKIES EVER,” I noticed a strange smell. Oh, it was smoke. COMING FROM MY OVEN.
What was supposed to be cookies turned into one giant piece of molten sugar and flour. Yup, the cookies lost shape and combined into one large blob-like mass overflowing from the cookie sheet.
I don’t really know why. I did scrape off the carnage and eat it with a fork, because sometimes when you fuck up, you have to make the best of it.