In this episode of 2 Girls, 1 Cupcake: Tessa attempts chocolate chip cookies with no mixer and a finicky-as-hell oven.
After leaving the butter to soften for around 5 hours (hey, it's manual labour) I began my project. First, I dropped the 2 sticks of butter and 1 cup of brown sugar in a bowl. As I was creaming it with a fork, the epiphany for this blog happened, so photos started after the creaming had progressed a bit:
It's going, slowly but surely. Star Wars coffee is the fuel of baking champions, honestly, and it was fueling my relentless forking of the butter/brown sugar mixture.
After it was throughly forked (heh heh), I had to add vanilla. Thankfully, for all that it lacks, my mostly male apartment does have measuring spoons!
See!? ------->
Top of the line, plastic measuring spoons. Well, at least they do their job, even if they're not all fancy and what not. After realizing that I'm out of vanilla (barely shook out the full teaspoon), it was time to fork some eggs and dairy.
Aww yisssssss...look at that goop. All sugary and eggy.
Shortly after this, came the time of measuring my dry ingredients. Thankfully, I'm not only equipped with measuring spoons, but measuring cups as well. In goes 2.5 cups of flour, 3/4 tsp salt and 3/4 tsp baking soda.
I also have a whisk!!
FLUMP POOF.
THE FACE OF DETERMINATION. HURNGH!
I am woman. Hear me "oof".
At this point, the whisk wasn't whisking anymore so I busted out one of our "spatulas". The heads like to fall off, but thankfully, they didn't do that to me today.
Mixing, mixing, mixing...
Chocolate chip time! Yes, they're labelled. Boyfriend and Roommate can find chocolate within a 30 mile radius. A moment of silence for our fallen chip brothers and sisters.
Moment's up. In they go.
Mix them in....
Aww, yeah. There we go.
Success! We have cookie dough!
Now, let's all take a moment to meet "Ghetto Oven". "Ghetto Oven" is this ridiculous monstrosity. Incorrect temperature, lacking a window, won't light half the time...I hate this thing. This oven will attempt to destroy everything I put into it. I think it's on a power trip.
The baking sheets aren't much better. Thanks for noticing.
It's time to spoon these babies up...
All lined up and lovely.
Set timer for the recommended 11 minutes. What could possibly go wrong?
Dammit, Ghetto Oven. The whole batch essentially caught on fire as PAM seems to make Ghetto Oven displeased. However, because the boys will always try to make me feel better over my kitchen disasters, Roommate came and ate 3 cookie briquettes.
Okay, let's try this again. Different pan, different temperature....maybe the finicky oven will give me what I want.
We're getting closer. They're still a little charred and crispier than I want.
Attempt number 3 got me the perfect cookies! Dropped the oven another 25 degrees, greased the sheet with butter and only stuck it in for 9 minutes. Voila! We have success!
That's all for now; stay tuned for the next baking adventure: French Cruellers!
After leaving the butter to soften for around 5 hours (hey, it's manual labour) I began my project. First, I dropped the 2 sticks of butter and 1 cup of brown sugar in a bowl. As I was creaming it with a fork, the epiphany for this blog happened, so photos started after the creaming had progressed a bit:
After it was throughly forked (heh heh), I had to add vanilla. Thankfully, for all that it lacks, my mostly male apartment does have measuring spoons!
See!? ------->
Top of the line, plastic measuring spoons. Well, at least they do their job, even if they're not all fancy and what not. After realizing that I'm out of vanilla (barely shook out the full teaspoon), it was time to fork some eggs and dairy.
Aww yisssssss...look at that goop. All sugary and eggy.
Shortly after this, came the time of measuring my dry ingredients. Thankfully, I'm not only equipped with measuring spoons, but measuring cups as well. In goes 2.5 cups of flour, 3/4 tsp salt and 3/4 tsp baking soda.
I also have a whisk!!
FLUMP POOF.
THE FACE OF DETERMINATION. HURNGH!
I am woman. Hear me "oof".
At this point, the whisk wasn't whisking anymore so I busted out one of our "spatulas". The heads like to fall off, but thankfully, they didn't do that to me today.
Mixing, mixing, mixing...
Chocolate chip time! Yes, they're labelled. Boyfriend and Roommate can find chocolate within a 30 mile radius. A moment of silence for our fallen chip brothers and sisters.
Moment's up. In they go.Mix them in....
Aww, yeah. There we go.
Success! We have cookie dough!
Now, let's all take a moment to meet "Ghetto Oven". "Ghetto Oven" is this ridiculous monstrosity. Incorrect temperature, lacking a window, won't light half the time...I hate this thing. This oven will attempt to destroy everything I put into it. I think it's on a power trip.
The baking sheets aren't much better. Thanks for noticing.
It's time to spoon these babies up...
All lined up and lovely.
Set timer for the recommended 11 minutes. What could possibly go wrong?
Dammit, Ghetto Oven. The whole batch essentially caught on fire as PAM seems to make Ghetto Oven displeased. However, because the boys will always try to make me feel better over my kitchen disasters, Roommate came and ate 3 cookie briquettes.
Okay, let's try this again. Different pan, different temperature....maybe the finicky oven will give me what I want.
We're getting closer. They're still a little charred and crispier than I want.
Attempt number 3 got me the perfect cookies! Dropped the oven another 25 degrees, greased the sheet with butter and only stuck it in for 9 minutes. Voila! We have success!
That's all for now; stay tuned for the next baking adventure: French Cruellers!
