We get around to making the cookies from the ready made cookie dough I was persuaded to buy at the mega-supermarket the other week.
Normally, I wouldn’t bother with these mixes, but the woman on the little demo stand had spent five minutes talking to all of the children, including a lengthy cooing session at baby Tumble. Then they all got stickers that said “My Mum’s great” or similar sentiment, so I felt obliged to repay the debt. In any case, there’s always something the matter with my home-baking. It tastes ok, but it never look right. Biscuits and cakes spread sideways until they form one large flat mass across the entire baking tray. At least with the ready-made stuff, these things are designed to be fool-proof
My first mistake was to turn my back for two seconds while the dough was unguarded on the kitchen table. Quick as a flash, Pixie helps herself to a lump and is happily chewing away. “No don’t eat it, you’re wasting it” wails Scooter. So I move the dough away from Pixie and issue orders not to eat the dough before we’ve had a chance to cook it.
We then shape it into eight flattened balls as instructed and put them on the greased baking tray. Piece of cake.
Twelve minutes later, they are slightly well done, and congealed into one large flat mass, the shape of the baking tray, although you can just make out that they were once separate. Still, they taste ok.