I promised the folks running the square dance fly-in this past weekend that I'd contribute some sort of food for the snack table. There is a strong preference for homemade snacks rather than purchased items, so I thought I'd make chocolate chip cookies. Simple, elegant and a crowd-pleaser. What could go wrong?
kent4str & I went shopping Wednesday evening. Per my culinary plans, we acquired sugar, eggs and a five pound bag of Ghiradelli chocolate chips; I was assured we had plenty of flour and other minor ingredients already at home.
When we returned from our hunting & gathering expedition, I set about making the cookies. I couldn't find my preferred recipe card so I thought using the cookie recipe on the back of the bag of chocolate chips would be a good substitute.
Very quickly, I discovered we didn't have anything like as much regular flour on hand as I had been told. In fact, I had barely enough for the recipe. Barely.
After mixing the ingredients per the recipe, the dough looked, well, odd: it didn't seem firm enough although the balls I placed on the cookie sheet held their form well, and there seemed to be a very high chip-to-dough ratio. Still, I didn't give it much thought since chocolate is the purest essence of godliness on the mortal plane and, hey, that's what the recipe said to do.
The first iteration was a disaster. The cookie balls melted down into a single millimeter-thick cookie-like crust across the length & width of the cookie sheet, bonding to the surface like sealant.
With a fresh cookie sheet, considerable additional flour from
kent4str's stash of gluten-free flour and two more frustrating iterations, I finally produced something that resembled a chocolate chip cookie. It certainly didn't look like the oh-so-perfectly sculpted cookie supermodels on the packaging, but it was edible and would suffice.
Someone at Ghiradelli is gonna to pay for this indignity.