Good Grief
Even the best of intentions can go south. It was my day to fill the cookie jar. Dennis did get to make a request. Peanut Butter . . . with no oatmeal in the batter. I had found a recipe that turned out really good with some added oatmeal but it didn’t trip his taste pallet. He prefers his oatmeal in a bowl with milk, flax meal and prepared in the microwave.
With the Kitchen Aid and its powerful ability, stirring up the stiffest of cookie batter is very doable. My shoulders, arms and hands really appreciate it. The secret is getting the first cookie to bake as a successful test. For some reason, it could be the brand of shortening that could warrant a test baking. No one wants a cookie that flattens out like a limp pancake. My test cookie was a go. On the second to last tray, as I was moving the tray of cookies from the bottom rack of the oven to the top rack of the oven to finish the browning of the cookies, I had a “good grief” situation. The edge of the cookie tray didn’t quite clear the edge of the oven rack and all that was on the tray slid into each other. Dennis declared he had some good Peanut Butter crumbs to put on his vanilla ice cream this evening. Nothing will be going to waste.
We powered on and continued to put out a batch of ginger cookies as well. Several freezer bags of each of the cookies is in the freezer. It comes in handy when the cookie jar echos much like the deepest of valleys in the bad lands.
It did take me the better portion of the day by the time I got baking dishes washed up and tidied the kitchen. Being able to take my time is a gift that I enjoy of being retired. Sweet!