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It's 10:30 Sunday night and Denis wants cake. I don't have any cake. None of the good cake places are open. So we decide to bake at 11:15 at night, using only what we have in the kitchen.
flour: check
sugar: check
butter: *almost* two sticks
oil: n/a unless we use olive, almond, sesame, or peanut
eggs: two little, little ones from our CSA shipment, but since they're from the farm they must be magic super eggs that have double, no triple the binding power of those storebought eggs, right?
baking soda: nowhere to be found, but we have baking powder, the internet confirms that this is almost the same thing but we have to add four times of much and it is pre-mixed with cream of tartar, I don't know what cream of tartar is anyway so 4 times as much can't be that bad right?
add-ins: assorted stuff, not quite enough peanut buttter, no chocolate chips or nuts
other considerations: not enough time for anything that has to be refridgerated
baking knowledge: sure, I've baked, many years ago, I mean I watched my sister bake, I think I bake once or twice a year now. Denis has eaten baked goods.
We decide to make snickerdoodles! Cookies of my childhood! Denis has never had them before. He is skeptical when I tell him he's an American tradition, Joy of Cooking says they are a New England tradition so there.
Cooking equipment we get to use for the first time (at least is recent memory)
-handmixer
-flour sifter (purchased by my mother in law last fall)
-cookie sheet (I can't believe we have *only* one, wait yes I can, at least it's a nice one, wedding shower present I think)
-silpat cookie sheet liner (I don't think we need this, but D. bought it many years ago so we use it)
-cooling rack (I know this was a wedding gift)
Now we are a couple that bakes together (and cleans). D. is skeptical that cleaning is the other half of cooking, but out kitchen is really small and if one person is mixing the other should be washing something (or picking up an entire thing of split sugar off the floor, oops, my bad).
And we're a couple that eats snickerdoodles together after midnight. Guess I can live with that. :)
(Lest you think this is too schmaltzy I have had to takes breaks while writing this entry to roll the last two sheets of cookies solo. D. helped with the first one and then retired to the computer. He's now playing Bioshock, pardon me the Bioshock demo.)
Oh and the cookies came out well. Soft and buttery and covered in cinnamon goodness. Very yummy.
flour: check
sugar: check
butter: *almost* two sticks
oil: n/a unless we use olive, almond, sesame, or peanut
eggs: two little, little ones from our CSA shipment, but since they're from the farm they must be magic super eggs that have double, no triple the binding power of those storebought eggs, right?
baking soda: nowhere to be found, but we have baking powder, the internet confirms that this is almost the same thing but we have to add four times of much and it is pre-mixed with cream of tartar, I don't know what cream of tartar is anyway so 4 times as much can't be that bad right?
add-ins: assorted stuff, not quite enough peanut buttter, no chocolate chips or nuts
other considerations: not enough time for anything that has to be refridgerated
baking knowledge: sure, I've baked, many years ago, I mean I watched my sister bake, I think I bake once or twice a year now. Denis has eaten baked goods.
We decide to make snickerdoodles! Cookies of my childhood! Denis has never had them before. He is skeptical when I tell him he's an American tradition, Joy of Cooking says they are a New England tradition so there.
Cooking equipment we get to use for the first time (at least is recent memory)
-handmixer
-flour sifter (purchased by my mother in law last fall)
-cookie sheet (I can't believe we have *only* one, wait yes I can, at least it's a nice one, wedding shower present I think)
-silpat cookie sheet liner (I don't think we need this, but D. bought it many years ago so we use it)
-cooling rack (I know this was a wedding gift)
Now we are a couple that bakes together (and cleans). D. is skeptical that cleaning is the other half of cooking, but out kitchen is really small and if one person is mixing the other should be washing something (or picking up an entire thing of split sugar off the floor, oops, my bad).
And we're a couple that eats snickerdoodles together after midnight. Guess I can live with that. :)
(Lest you think this is too schmaltzy I have had to takes breaks while writing this entry to roll the last two sheets of cookies solo. D. helped with the first one and then retired to the computer. He's now playing Bioshock, pardon me the Bioshock demo.)
Oh and the cookies came out well. Soft and buttery and covered in cinnamon goodness. Very yummy.
