Cookies and feels

Apparently I’m a little stuck on baking.

So stuck, in fact, that in one short week I have used up these kitchen staples:

• Flour
• Salt
• Chocolate Chips

And before you say anything, chocolate chips *are too* a staple.

I used them today when I decided to bake cookies.

These cookies are my jam

I’ve been making a lot of new-to-me stuff this week (beginner’s mind!). But this is different. I’ve been baking chocolate chip cookies FOREVER. They were basically my specialty as a teen. (I do cookies! If cookies aren’t appropriate, you’re out of luck!)

To point is, I have a lot of nostalgia around making chocolate chip cookies.

That said, here’s my setup:

Enter feels, stage left

So, the mixer.

This was my mother’s mixer.

It wasn’t the mixer I used when I was a teenager. She got it much later. I don’t know exactly when, but she was very proud of it. After she died, it came to me.

I mean, it’s a mixer. But also, it’s THE mixer.

So I’m in the kitchen measuring chocolate chips, swirling in late 80s nostalgia and a growing amount of anxiety at using my mother’s mixer.

Even though she’s dead.

WTF.

By the way, I didn’t technically have enough chocolate chips and had to halve a recipe I’ve followed 5,000 times on the fly. There’s nothing like trying to measure 9/8 cups of flour to give a girl confidence in the kitchen.

For all these reasons, the one baking project that should have been the easiest for me…wasn’t.

Anyway…

I made cookies!

They turned out okay. They’re a little flatter and browner than they were in 1987. Probably because of all the math.

Still delicious though.