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Happy Saturday and Happy Cookies

I set out to bake Darn Good Chocolate Chip Cookies for the tennis team this morning--pulled out all the ingredients to find there was no baking soda. What kind of a kitchen doesn't have baking soda, at least a five-year-old box in the back of the fridge? I cleaned out the fridge, swept and mopped the kitchen floor, wiped off the counters, and still--no baking soda.

Resigned, I got in the Pacifica and headed to The Market. I chose The Market because it's closer than The Store by about 4 minutes. The Market doesn't have much more than the basics, and evidently, baking soda is not considered a basic. So I went over a couple of blocks to The Convenience Store--like a 7/11 but it keeps changing names, and now I have no idea what it's called. No baking soda. Fine. Great. The Store, then. 30 minutes later, I've got baking soda.

I should have gone to Neighbor Jane's or Neighbor Carolyn's--we all like to use each other's houses as our personal pantries--but it's early on a Saturday, and I didn't want to catch anyone in their jammies.

Oh well, at least I got to have a conversation with Check Out Lady/Bettie Rubble about the ickiness of cappuccino machine "cappuccino." And, most importantly, I've got Darn Good Chocolate Chip Cookies baking in the oven for Small Town's Invitational.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Hey there!! I hope "small Town" enjoyed those hard earned cookies. HArd earned for YOU that is.
So, what's your recipe or is it a secret... My 16 y/o is AKA the cookie monster around my house and his fav is chocolate chip.

Mr. Anonymous :)
Scout said…
Hmm. I suppose I could post the recipe. It's not like I came up with it by myself, although my daughter has asked that I not reveal it. I'll post it on Monday.

And I think Small Town did enjoy them--I ended up dropping some off at the park and some at my friend's store, so they got around. Later.
Anonymous said…
I will say that the cookies were indeed delightful... although I think 5 yr old baking soda from your fridge would have made them taste quite peculiar with all the other odors it would have absorbed.

In fact, REAL Simple magazine, a personal favorite of mine, just had an article in their latest issue about how to store and how long to keep different baking staples. I'll save it for you, if you would like.

Ms. Doesn't-Like-Being-Anonymous (darn that blasted beta) :)

*pretty sure you'll know who this is.*

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