I had an incident last week, that until now, has been quite difficult to think about. I fancy myself a delightfully decent cook. I don't come up with my own recipes. But I'm a great direction follower, and if I'm feeling adventurous I will embellish recipes liberally.
But last week, I failed miserably at making peanut butter cookies. I would like to blame it on being a bad recipe, but I'm not entirely sure that was the issue. Instead of being chewy, peanut buttery, and delicious they tasted like baking soda. Yuck.
It was a major ego blow, especially after I had really talked 'em up to Dr. J. He was nice about it, and told me it wasn't my fault and that it must have been a bad recipe, then downed a scoop of tiramisu frozen yogurt. And I agreed.
But my incessant desire for perfection left me feeling dissatisfied and generally aggravated. I needed to know WHY these cookies were gross. I reached an epiphany while reviewing the recipe. The epiphany was followed by a sinking feeling. I may or may not have (I really don't know...just suspect) used 1 tablespoon of baking soda when I needed a teaspoon. Oops. In America, people are innocent until proven guilty. So I didn't tell anyone. Until now.
Please don't tell anyone I can't measure!
I'm retrying (new recipe) peanut butter cookies in the am and I hope to share them with friends this weekend. I do my best work under pressure.
you are SO funny. That really would make or break your recipe. Do you think you could have possibly used baking powder instead of baking soda?? That could be a problem too. Not that you would ever do that, but I am just being the FBI and trying to figure out your case. Also, what kind of flour did you use??
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