So I plopped down on the couch, right? Wooden spoon and big mixing bowl full of mystery ingredients in my lap. Forensic Files was on, you know. Mix, watch – that whole 2 birds thing. Darc walked by and saw the bowl. “Whatcha doin’?” he asked, mimicking that singsong way kids have of asking a question.
“Mixin’ stuff,” I told him. That’s me, Captain Obvious. I’d make a good Sgt. “Just the facts, ma’am”, Friday.
”What kind of stuff?”
His face lit up in anticipation and delight. “Ooooh! Chocolate chip cookie stuff?!”
”Noooo … oatmeal raisin cookie stuff.”
”Ohhhhh.” He gave me the most hang-dog look of disappointment he could muster, so I shot him a dirty look in return.
”Uh, I mean, um, yay?”
Cut to some time later, after the cookies have come out of the oven and cooled. I saw him in the kitchen, it’s not like it’s a big place or anything. He’d been pointedly ignoring my cookies for an hour, and now he was sniffing around, looking for treats. Inside my head were silent statements: Yeah, go ‘head, I dare ya, try one of my cookies, see if you give me that look again, ungrateful cad!
I waited. In silence. Tick … tick … tick.
And then out of the kitchen came, “Oh man! These are awesome! Seriously, these are perfect! Wow, I have to have some more! Why didn’t you tell me they’d be this good?”
*blows the smoke off an imaginary pistol*
I have 2 secret weapons when making cookies. First, always use equal portions of butter and margarine. That way they’re not too crisp or too soft.
Second, when making oatmeal raisin cookies, never ever use plain old ordinary raisins.
Only the golden ones are allowed.