NOT a food blog
It’s virtually failproof. That’s what Fatboybakes had said on his blog when he dedicated a recipe to me out of duress.
I had blitzed 140grams of butter with 80 grams of brown sugar. In an effort to make it my own, I had exercised some creativity in switching the brown sugar for some fragrant ground palm sugar (gula melaka).
I then added one egg and a teaspoon of McCormick’s vanilla extract (RM20 a bottle).
I felt like a pro as I saw the beautifully blended ingredients.
Easy peasy as I threw in 150 grams flour and ½ a teaspoon of baking soda. Fatboybakes’ resounding reminder of baking soda, not baking powder, kept me alert.
I had a good feeling about this. I couldn’t possibly fail.
In went 150 grams of chocolate chips. I tasted the batter. Perfect. The palm sugar had added a new dimension to the recipe. I couldn’t wait to show off to Fatboybakes. Hmmm. Perhaps I’d bring him some cookies and let him try Lyrical Lemongrass’ Luscious Lovelies, I thought to myself.
Everything went like clockwork. I had remembered to heat up the oven, and I had not spilled anything. More importantly, there was no smell of burning peanuts.
Spreading out my newly acquired Wilton Silicone Baking Mat, I spooned gobs of batter onto it, and baked the cookies at 180C for 12 minutes. Halfway through (that’s 6 minutes for those who look for precise information), I found that the cookies had SPREAD out and mated with the other cookies!
I stared at the alien-like product of my hard work. Nooooo….this cannot be my baby! Somebody switched it at the hospital!
I prodded it. It was soft. Fatboybakes had described it as one of the miracles of nature, how the cookies eventually hardened as they cooled. After staring at the cookies for a good 10 minutes, I poked it again.
Soft.
My cookies were in dire need of viagra.
Thankfully, I had enough dough for 2 more batches. My third attempt produced crisp cookies thanks to a slightly hotter oven.
Where did I go wrong? Well, firstly, my oven wasn’t hot enough, so the cookies did not retain their shape when I chucked them into the oven. But more importantly, upon doing my post-mortem with Fatboybakes bright and early on a Monday morning, I realised that I could never be the American Idol winner. In short, to quote Fatboybakes:
WHAT? YOU USED PALM SUGAR??
Food, for me, is a means to an end and not an end in itself.
Food, for me, represents the love of family, the fellowship of friends, and the community and communality it brings.
Lyrical Lemongrass
April 14th, 2008 at 3:14 pm
argus: It’s amazing how foff-opic we get sometimes, eh?
MYF: Yes, I’ve experienced that disaster before too. 🙂 I just covered it with cream, with more cream in the crater. 🙂
christine: I hope you’ve had better luck since!
fbb: what’s a malaysian french accent?
XLB: Hehehe. Of course no pun intended, eh? 😉
BBO: Luxurious? *taking another look at picture* hehe.