Cookie Part II: Problem-solving
Yesterday brought one of those evenings where the only word that came to mind was “oof”, over and over again. I’m not sure if I had a headache or not, but it felt like I should have had one. Work went on too long and too unsuccessfully. There was food in the refrigerator but none of it looked good.
I wanted a way to fill the hours between 8 PM and bedtime with some simple, purposeful activity that didn’t involve thought. This coincided with the need to eat something, the very faint urge for a cookie, and an abundance of oatmeal and honey in the cupboard.
The recipe from the Quaker box worked out OK, though I had to use butter instead of Crisco, honey instead of white sugar and no baking soda because I didn’t have any.
The cookies were dense in the middle and crispy on the edges, and they weren’t very good (this tends to happen when inexperienced bakers make substitutions.) But they fulfilled the basic cookie requirements and tasted fine when arranged in a duo on a small plate, consumed carelessly in bed, and chased with an imaginary glass of milk.
-Molly
