I've been feeling stressed, blue, and gross about all sorts of things (RE: a heavy night of drinking on Saturday, work things, The Polar Vortex, working a full work week, need I go on..?), so in an effort to reverse my WTF-Universe attitude, I decided to pull a Julie Powell (or inner-Tess) and bake. Bake my little heart into a double batch of mama's special mint chocolate chip cookies. I softened the butter, I fluffed and churned it in my beautiful standing mixer, and slowly added each ingredient until my batter was temptingly lickable. I rolled up my sleeves, and hand laid my cookies out on parchment paper, and waited with anticipation as my entire kitchen filled with the scent of delicious perfect mint chocolate chippy goodness. And then I ate. I ate cookies fresh out of the oven, because
|My delicious morsels, fresh outta the oven via Ladeeq|
All of this for me is something I am trying to embrace in the next phase of my life. I want to be better at cooking, like way better. I want to embrace the more challenging or difficult recipes out there. I want to track down some weird ingredients, get my knives sharpened, stalk weird utensils (waddup microplane and flour sifter), and be the best possible kitchen me I know exists.
Hopefully I'll be posting some of my exploits here... take my mint chocolate chip cookies recipe as a token of my offering.
Happy Friday, and happy cookies!