Literacy is so important, especially when following directions. Often times directions are provided in the form of pictures, but the written word is still all powerful.
I am a big reader and I adore words; but sometimes I am guilty of just looking at the pictures.
Can you see the problem with these cookies? The lack of normal consistency? The plain weirdness of them?
Yeah, I noticed it too…as soon as I took them out of the oven after the appropriate 9-11 minutes of baking time. They still jiggled.
Jiggling cookies is not good.
I went back to the directions that were on the back of a box. (Yeah…you caught me, I made cookies from a premix out of a box. I have never claimed to be a baker and the kids wanted cookies.)
look closer at the all powerful written word.
Written word trumps picture once again.
The worse part of it was that my hungry Scribblers and the Head Crayon Purchaser were doing the warm cookie dance by the oven. The looks of disappointment at the Jiggly Cookies was deeper than their milk glasses.
The Head Crayon Purchaser insisted that I do this post as it has to be the dumbest thing I have ever pulled off in the kitchen. He even took the pictures. He wants…no, insists that everyone know about the Jiggly Cookies and my “Epic Fail” in recipe literacy.
He is pointing and laughing at me right now.
My esteem is as flat as though cookies and probably would jiggle like them too.
He is still laughing.
I turned around and whipped up a glorious batch of homemade sugar cookies, 2 loaves of to-die-for bread, Bourbon steak strips with rice pilaf…just to prove I was still worthy to wield a spatula…
He moaned slightly as he sampled each tasty morsel I produced….then he mentioned the Jiggly Cookies. I am not living this one down.
*Edited to add…the original post was lacking one thing and since he is no longer reading it…I HAD to tell you something. Those Jiggly Cookies with a full stick of butter are to die for! I didn’t throw it away like I should have, but placed them in the very back of the fridge behind the pickles. After they had cooled, I tried one. Holy Buttery Goodness….They were like little wafer butter crisps with chocolate chips. Perhaps this wasn’t the Epic Fail everyone thought they were…
I leave you with a final picture. The two year old Scribbler wanted to help in the kitchen…You know that saying “Sometimes you have to break a few yolks…..”