I read this on one of the blogs I follow, and I immediately empathized:
The act of combining sugar, flour, eggs and vanilla brought me right home again. I used my favorite recipe ever and they came out perfectly. They always do. That’s why I love these cookies so much. It’s like when nothing seems to be going right and everything is up in the air, you know that if you combine these ingredients and follow the fine print, you will have your cookies.Of course, her
They will turn out.
And I think that’s why I bake.
My baking habit makes so much sense now! It's something predictable. The act of baking and following a recipe is comforting (of course, eating dough along the way doesn't hurt either).
As my last few night shifts drag on. and. on. I have a feeling I'll be baking a batch of my own favorite cookies in the very near future. That is, if Ross hasn't eaten my hidden stash of chocolate chips, which I try to save for this exact reason! (It wouldn't be the first time).
I've even had the Toll House recipe memorized since 8th grade (and made several adjustments along the way).
1 stick unsalted butter at room temperature
3/4 cup granulated sugar
3/4 cup packed brown sugar
1 tsp. vanilla
2 eggs, beating well after each one
In a seperate bowl, mix:
2 1/4 cup unbleached white flour
1 tsp. salt
1 tsp. baking soda
Slowly add the dry mix to the wet one, beating well throughout.
Then add 1 cup semi-sweet chocolate chunks and mix.
Roll into 1-inch balls and bake at 375*F for 8 minutes.
Anyone wanna come over for cookies this weekend? I think I'm going to have a few to spare.
4/25 addendum: I worked 3 nights in a row and Ross did, indeed, finish the chocolate chips. I need to find a better hiding spot!