I must have stopped and restarted this post a thousand times.
Well, that’s obviously an exaggeration, but it was at least 20 times. I’ve pushed and held the delete button so much that I have a permanent dent on my middle finger. And yes, I use my middle finger rather than my index finger to delete text on my keyboard. I was definitely that kid in your class who cheated and on all her typing tests in computer class.
The reason I’ve re-written this post so many time is because I came to the realization that this was going to be my final write-up for 2013 and that I didn’t want to end the year on a negative post. I didn’t want my last post of the year to be about how our oven in our rental apartment malfunctioned and completely fried the first batch of these cookies. I also didn’t want to mention how everyday this week I went to bed at 9:30pm because of how exhausted I was from work. And lastly I didn’t want to complain about how these cookies didn’t really turn out the way I originally planned, but ended up being everything I needed in a snack when I was grumpy, tired and deleting paragraph after paragraph of this blog post.
My original plan for these cookies was a chewy chocolate cookie, loaded with chocolate chips and toffee bits and I remember being so disappointed with how flat they turned out and how crispy the edges were. I chalked it up to being the fault of our old, broken oven. Still, Sundays are the only days where I can take photos in natural light, so I snapped a few quick photos for my photo-log and stored the cookies in an air-tight container in hopes that Trevor would eat them and I wouldn’t have to look at them anymore. By Sunday night, I was already brain-storming new, alternate ideas.
The cookies were still untouched by Tuesday and I came home from work grumpy and famished. Without thinking, I reached for the closest edible thing on the counter and was pleasantly surprised by the chewy texture of these cookies. I had underbaked most of cookies for fear of having the oven overheat on me again and after living in the air-tight containers for a few days, even the edges had softened up. The chocolate chips were plentiful and the toffee bits had spread and hardened into a chewy goodness that reached every cookie edge and every bite. I wish I had another word besides chewy to describe these cookies, but my brain is tired and I wish I had more of them in my possession.
I think the moral of this is that goodness can come out of things you may have otherwise given up on. Yeah, something like that.
Happy holidays to everyone and I will see you in the 2014 after I’ve had a long nap.