I am now convinced without a shadow of a doubt that my oven is punishing me for some sin I’ve committed but am unaware of. Somewhere along the line I have offended the kitchen gods that’s for sure.
The grand child has to make a presentation in class on Friday and has been asked to bring snacks. I thought I would kill two birds with one stone. I would make her snacks for the presentation and snacks for her dad’s meeting. I offered her some choices and she settled on chocolate chip cookies.
I don’t even want to count the number of times I’ve made these cookies using this recipe.
Today I checked to make sure my oven had reached the recommended 375°F temperature. The thermometer read 400°F. I turned it down to 365°F and without checking, a few minutes later I loaded two half sheet pans of cookies. After 10 minutes they looked as pale and wan as Sleeping Beauty. The oven thermometer read 300°F. (There’s a reason I keep neither a gun nor a slingshot in the house).
I cranked the heat back up to 375°F and waited. And waited. And waited. Finally the thermometer read somewhere between 350 and 400.
I baked the rest of the cookies. So now I have a mix of thin, pale, sad looking cookies and a very few that turned out the way I had expected. Grrrrrrr.
Oh well both parties are easy to satisfy. These contain high-end chocolate pistoles and I have no doubt they will disappear in a flash.
Making a batch of cookie should not be this complicated.
