It's appropriate that I am Katie's first guest-blogger. I'm her roommate, future sister-in-law, taste-tester and editor. The poor girl puts up with my insatiable hunger and never complains that I usually eat everything before she has time to get seconds on her fabulous dinners. Most every night after I eat more than my fair share of whatever scrumptious concoction Katie has come up with, I get the urge to eat more, usually something sweet, which is where this blog begins.
Last night after the EPIC mahogany chicken, mashed "potatoes," and roasted asparagus (YUM!) I decided to bake some cookies with the dark chocolate chips I picked up at Winco earlier that day to replace Katie's chocolate chips I ate the previous nights in an attempt to satisfy my sweet tooth. I've had a lot of success with cooking and baking in the past. I can think of few major kitchen debacles in my past, although I rarely experiment enough to experience problems. Suffice it to say I have (had?) confidence in my ability to follow recipe directions on the back of a chocolate chip package.
I swear I followed the directions as written, with one exception: I used fake sugar instead of regular sugar. This is the only thing I can think to have caused the disaster that resulted. My dark chocolate chip cookies didn't exactly melt in my mouth. What was pretty tasty cookie dough turned into chalk textured, dark-brown, crumbly garbage. Katie was so polite when she claimed they were tasty, but I didn't believe her. The taste of chocolate Katie claimed to satisfy her chocolate cravings was lost on me. I felt like a dog with peanut-butter in his mouth, trying to swallow without much success. Ok, so maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration, but I was really depressed at the outcome of my baking.
You might think that I just threw the cookies away, but if you know me, you would understand that I kept them for two reasons: first, they have chocolate and sugar in them, making them useful for something, somehow, and second, I don't really like to waste. I put them in a container in the fridge with the thought that maybe the easily crumbled cookies might be put to use as cake pops or something. This afternoon I decided to give them another try. Sitting in the fridge for 12 hours did actually help the cookies. They weren't so crumbly and were actually edible, but that doesn't mean I'm going to post the recipe (I don't have it anymore anyways!).
I realize now that part of the reason the cookies were so awful last night was that they are dark chocolate, thus not as sweet. I usually prefer dark chocolate over milk chocolate, but maybe this recipe would be better with milk chocolate chips, who knows. I'm not really eager to try this recipe again, and honestly think Katie is the baker in the house so I don't think I'll be giving it another go any time soon. I'll just wait for Katie to make some more of her EPIC dinners, and even more EPIC desserts. Ya'all have some majorly tasty recipes from Katie to look forward to, I'm sure. Moral of this blog's story: it doesn't always work out, even if the recipe seems legit. Oh, and let those who know what they are doing bake the cookies (cough, cough, KATIE).
Hopefully my next guest blog will be about a recipe that was a success instead of an EPIC FAILURE!
