Thursday, December 4, 2008

So this is going to take discipline, kids

December.
Deemed the month of Baking One Cookie Recipe Per Day.

So far Annie is kicking my butt.

Background: A while ago, anticipating the baking of Czech gingerbread, I came up with the idea that was voiced something like, "Hey, wouldn't it be awesome if every day in December we baked a different cookie recipe??" Annie was all about the idea, but as for me... when push came to shove and the calendar page turned, I rather lost the momentum. Annie is living for a few weeks in the northern suburbs, therefore her enthusiasm for this idea hasn't been translated well through the distance. December 1, she sent me a text message saying "Happy Cookie Month", and when we met the other night, she made me renew my promise. (I should mention, though, that she has the help of a younger and overall impressionable to the whims of her cool older cousin relative. For the record, I too think Annie is the coolest cousin ever. BCEFL, even.)

OK. It's now the 4th, and I have a half-failed batch of Mexican Icebox Cookies half baked and half still in the icebox and some cooling cups of custard in the fridge. "Custard?" you may be asking. Yes, Custard. I was wrested from the reverie of my bank coffee break by a nearly year-old copy of Good Housekeeping. Given my ever-growing reverence for Better Homes & Gardens, I thought I'd find something worthwhile while flipping though the glossy pages. And voilá, custard still counts as a sweet, goshdarnit, and if I am forced to make something sweet, it should at least fit into my evening's dessert plans.

One moment while I try to flip over the cup and give my creation a taste.
(In the meantime, take a look at what I hope to have achieved.)

Loosen the edges with a small spatula - check.
Flip on to plate, and let sit so the caramel can drip onto custard - check.
And now try to soak up soppy mess with a spoon - hmmmm....

I have a jiggly custard and no caramel. Maybe it didn't bake long enough. Maybe the sugar didn't thicken enough. Maybe it was the rum I thought would be a good idea to add to the caramel. Whatever. Maybe December will just be the month of my failed desserts.

Bon apetite.

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2 comments:

annie... said...

Though Grace and I have been productive, our products have not been perfect (though all have been sweet and tasty).

December 1, Grace and I made Mexican Wedding Cookies, which called for ground almonds. We decided that instead of hauling out the food processor, we'd just smash them with this steel, hand-held, food crusher tool. Grace ate one today with a whole almond inside.

December 2, Grace and I decided to make easy, back of the bag, chocolate chip cookies. But, the chocolate chips had been previously melted and re-congealed into a couple large chocolate chip masses. Instead of using the food crusher tool, we just threw the in chocolate chips as is, and adding a couple butterscotch chips, just because. Several of the cookies were more like huge semi-sweet chocolate chunks than cookies. Gross-looking, but tasty!

December 3, we made lemon bars, with a little bit of lime. They turned out pretty good (a little tart), except for our decorative powdered sugar top. The recipe book showed the powdered sugar in stripes. We decided to outdo them with polka dots! We cut up waxed paper with a hole punch, put it down on top of our lemon bars, and sprinkled powdered sugar. We lifted up the waxed paper..... and the sugar looked pathetic. So much for outdoing the professionals...

December 4, we went for chocolate-chocolate chip cookies. The recipe called for mini chocolate chips, we used regular sized chips. Using our fingers, we dropped odd-sized masses onto the cookie sheets, and sprinkled extreme amounts of sugar on top. After baking, they look just as oddly shaped and the sugar flies all over when attempting to consume the delicious mounds.

December 5, we will see what imperfections tonight brings....

We have a lot of heart, but not much skill...

Keep it up Sarah... it was your idea!

annie... said...

p.s. we have pictures of all our monstrosities.