Okay, I admit I’m out of practice making cookies. Except for a few afternoons of cookie-baking with my little friend Sam, I’ve been out of the cookie-baking habit since 1988.
Claire’s birthday was last week. Needless to say, the family is practicing strict self-isolation. So…no party.
I baked chocolate chip cookies and, despite the almost-burned bottoms, they turned out just fine. So I packaged up a dozen or so and, along a pink box filled with pink Barbie gowns, delivered them to Claire.
How did I have pink Barbie gowns? Well, my daughters had dozens of Barbie dolls and assorted outfits. A few years ago I found them all stuffed in a garbage bag, so I picked out the decent clothes, washed them by hand and dried them on a towel in front of fireplace. Then I packed them in a plastic bin marked “Barbie”.
Which meant I could find them almost immediately when I entered the storage room. Banjo Man was incredulous. For Claire’s birthday gift, I picked out all the pink dresses and outfits to put in the pink gift box. It was a success, according to Claire’s mom.
Last Sunday (Easter) was Sammy’s birthday. Can you imagine the disappointment? Not only don’t you have a party, you can’t even visit your grandparents or go to the beach! I did have some new Matchbox cars put away, along with a New Englands Patriots “Spot It” game, so it was easy to put together a birthday basket.
But I needed cookies. So I turned to an old favorite, my grandmother’s sugar cookies. Make the dough, roll them into balls, press them with a fork, sprinkle sugar on top and bake. Easy, right? Sam and I had made them before. I even had fancy sprinkles.
The cookies melted together and turned into a sheet cake. I had made a double batch so the disaster continued on for a while. You see them in the bowl? I had to cut them in pieces to get them out of the pan. They were buttery and crispy and yummy, but they were too ugly for a birthday gift.
In the midst of all of this chaos, Banjo Man poured himself a glass of milk, sat down at the table and ate six of the bad cookies.
So I started over. What had I done wrong? I realized the original recipe called for shortening. I had used half butter and half Crisco. BIG MISTAKE.
What on earth was I thinking????
The next two dozen cookies were perfect.
Happy Birthday, Sam! Next year will be much more fun, we promise.