This post is old, so what you see here may not reflect my current opinion and mindset, certain information may be outdated, and links may be broken.
My friend made these double chocolate dream cookies and shared the recipe with me. Here’s a copy of the recipe online. Anyway, I was inspired into a baking mood, and I was in a mood for chocolate cookies, so I decided to give this a try.
I conned Daddy to go to the commissary after work today. That in itself was an adventure. Boy I had a hard time finding that stupid baking soda! Then I pondered on what “packed brown sugar” was before deciding to just buy a pack of brown sugar that looked . . . packed. Finally, I had no idea which baking chocolate I had to use! I didn’t know if I had to get the Nestle baking chocolate bars or Hershey’s Cocoa (I would have gotten the Nestle Tollhouse baking cocoa, but the commissary didn’t have any.). I ended up choosing the latter, and luckily some random customer heard me asking Daddy which is the baking cocoa, and he confirmed it for me.
After dinner, I prepared my dough . . . with some problems. The flour mixture and the sugars kept flying everywhere, I didn’t have any idea how many minutes to soften that butter in the microwave (ended up doing 40 secs), and mixing the dough became very problematic since I was doing everything manually. I was wishing for an electronic mixer! Luckily, Mummy helped me mix it until it was nice and creamy looking. I tweaked the ingredients a bit — I only used half a bag of the chocolate chips and I added a bit of vegetable oil since it looked like the dough was getting rather dry and a pain to mix as I added the flour mixture!
Then came my favourite part — rolling the dough up into little balls :D I know many people just spoon it onto the baking pan, but I don’t like how it comes out fugly. Years ago, I discovered that the little balls made the cookies come out nice and round, so I rolled those buggers and ta-dah! It came out pretty! ^_^
After finishing the first batch, I took the plate to Mummy, told her to to take one, and she did. Then I took the plate to Daddy, and thus the funniest incident happened.
Me: Daddy, take one.
Daddy: ONE?! *gives a dirty look and takes one*
Me: Yes . . . ?
Daddy: *takes two more*
Me: *bursts out laughing for a good five minutes*
Daddy: Shut up! Don’t mention this to your mother!
Me: *walks out of the room like a hyena*
Well, that’s my cookies adventure for the night! Am real pleased it came out nice! Woot!