As fantastic as I am as a cook, I totally suck at baking. Today I decided to bake cookies. I hate cookies. Never touch the bastards. But moms bake cookies. I’m a mom. So I have to bake cookies.
I didn’t attempt anything crazy. I got those store cookies that are premade, precut, and all you have to do is plonk them on a baking sheet and put them in the oven. I did exactly what the instructions said. Bake at 325°, 12 minutes, don’t overcook. So that’s what I did and. . . the nasty things are completely raw. Fuck this. Happens every time I try to bake.
I’m a person who makes beef bourguignon, bouillabaisse, chupe de mariscos, coq au vin, paella, etc as a matter of course. I love 6-hour-long recipes where everything is made from scratch. I’m telling you, folks, I rule. My husband is a lucky man because he’s the type of guy who ends at the emergency room after eating a slice of pizza. But my baking is worse than my ballet dancing, which is non-existent.