I’ve never made any secret that I’m not good in the kitchen. I will never be Suzy Homemaker. I will never have more kitchen appliances than [insert some famous chef here], and I will probably never be able to get through making a dinner without burning something. But I decided I wanted to try for a couple hours and attempted cookies. Because why not, really?
So the first cookies I decided to make were pumpkin spice cookies. I’m not usually huge on pumpkin spice things. I hate it in my coffee. I hate it in pretty much everything but baked goods like cookies and cake and muffins. Like we had this pumpkin spice cheesecake muffin thing at work… OMG… I thought I died. It was amazing.
Anyway… the first thing I realized while I was getting ready to start was that I didn’t have a mixer. This is how ignorant I am of kitchen things. I’d never bought on. So I ran my butt down to the store and grabbed a hand mixer real quick. I also realized why people use the expensive ones with the bowl. I made a huge mess when I turned that thing on. Shit went everywhere.
It took me a couple tries but I got the hang of the mixer thing. From there it was smooth sailing. Once I got it all mixed together right, I dropped it onto the baking sheets and hovered over the oven… because I have a tendency to forget about things in the oven, too… Yeah.
So, after I got the cookies done, I let them cool and decided frosting was in order. Naturally, I didn’t have any so I had to run back to the store while cookies were cooling to grab frosting. I decided on cream cheese. I debated mixing in food coloring to make them more festive but that’s just asking for a bigger mess and stained clothes. I think that would have been pushing things… But anyway, I think they turned out okay. The recipe I used made them a little more cake-like and chewy than I thought they’d be but I also kind of like them this way over hard and crunchy. So I guess it worked out.
They aren’t the most beautiful cookie in the world, but for my first real try in a long time, I think I did okay. I survived to my thirties without being a kitchen expert. For some it comes easy. I’m not one of those people. I had fun with it. I didn’t like cleaning up afterward so much. I really did get cookie dough in the weirdest places in the kitchen.
So that’s all I got on the cookies. I still have the sugar cookies to make… I’m going to attempt shapes this time. But that’s not going to happen today. Today’s my birthday, so I’m headed out for lunch with my mother. I never do a lot for my birthday. I’m not big on parties where I need to be “on” the whole time, but I enjoy the one on one time I get with family and friends when they decide birthday lunches are happening.
Have you ever had a cookie moment like me? Maybe not necessarily cookies, but actually gone out to do something you’ve never been good at doing, and it didn’t turn out so badly?