Its been a bad cookie making season in Julieville. My mom & I had plans to get together for a marathon cookie baking session (Cookiepalooza 2007), but the STORM OF THE CENTURY screwed everything up. Even before the STORM, I was told that I could not just show up with a bag of chocolate chips, bake, and not clean up. No way Jose. I had to buy cookie making supplies (including nuts — the most expensive cookie ingredient. I spent $20 on nuts alone!), bake some cookies prior to Cookiepalooza, and show up prepared to clean. At this point I named my mother the Cookie Monster.
So, I set out to make cookies. First, I ruined three batches (!) of Saltine Toffee Cookies (aka Crack). These are literally the easiest cookies in the world to make. Ruined Batch #1 I blame on Ghiardelli. I tried to make the crack with white chocolate chips and candy cane pieces J painfully pounded into bits with a mallet out of true love. The white chocolate chips did not melt, but instead turned out looking like burnt marshmallows and crumbled dryly. Yuck. I burnt Batch #2, but managed to salvage some. Batch #3 had failed toffee (don’t ask me how). I made Batch #4 (the winner!) with a bag and a half of candy cane kisses and a lot of melting prayers.
My other big failure was the Butter Jam Thumbprints. They tasted good, but looked horrid. They were flat & crispy instead of puffy & pretty. I must have left something out. And I made half of a second batch of Ginger Cookies before I realized I ran out of ginger. I’m not a good little planner.
In the end, the Cookie Monster & I made 11 different kinds of cookies, plus some spiced nuts. I then realized that its a close tie between the worst part of cookie baking: cleaning the kitchen or actually packaging the cookies.
Here are the cookies in their individual baggies, ready to get plated & wrapped. Please note the adorable snowman scissors as well as the holiday plates and plastic wrap. I’m a budding Martha Stewart (minus the insider trading, of course):
Here they are all pretty & packaged:
My resolution for next year: Buy lots of cheap cookie tins, instead of those stupid paper plates. The tins were way easier, and didn’t involve J using his middle finger to hold the ribbon so I could tie it. Did I mention I was born without a bow tying/ribbon curling gene? Or maybe I’ll just stick with the spiced nuts.