Not to brag or anything, but I make really delicious cookies. Want to learn how?
Step one: locate ingredients. In my case, this necessitated a quick trip to the store for flour.
Luckily, on my way to the store, I stumbled across this very helpful orphan child, and bribed her into coming to my house with chocolate chips. Quick tip: when looking for your own helpful orphan, keep an eye out for floofy, uncontrolled hair. Clearly, there's a child without parental oversight.
The ratio of cookie to chocolate chips is a very personal choice. In my own life, for example, I find myself sandwiched between two extremes. Paddy would be quite content to avoid any and all chocolate chips for the rest of his life (I know. I can't figure it out, either.) My mother, on the other hand, uses only the tiniest amount of dough humanly conceivable, and even then only because it is absolutely necessary in order to hold the copious amounts of chocolate together in the oven. I find myself somewhere in the middle.
My least favorite part of cookie making is the seemingly endless process of scooping the dough onto the pan.
The perfect cookie texture is soft, but firm when cooled. Under no circumstances should a chocolate chip cookie be overcooked.
Hair safely corralled, the next step is to share with the orphan child.
Done correctly, she'll enjoy the snack with a sippy of cold milk.
And finally, store in an air-tight container with a piece of bread. It's an easy trick that keeps them soft and fresh that my mother, She-With-The-Chip-Obsession, taught me. Trust me, it works.
Mmm.
