They talk about the devil on your shoulder, the one that convinces you to do the evil or immoral choice given the opportunity, as opposed to the angel on your other shoulder. We, humans, tend to boil choice, destiny even, into a binary much in the same way we treat everything else. It’d be nice if there was a third, more mutual acceptable option that appeased both the devil and angel on our shoulders, one that suggested benign yet unusual solutions to life decisions. What if instead of deciding whether or not to takes a bite of a pie on a windowsill, a weird little jester popped up on the top of your head and told you not to take a bite, but to leave a little sign that says “Made with Horse Milk” next to it so no one else will try it either.
Just some thoughts between batches, mainly because my partner told me to take pictures for this…I tell myself I’m going to get back into this but I gotta say, life is a wave and my hair is wet. But I still write, still bake, pretty much all the time at this point and I’d like to keep those interests of mine compiled neatly, for the money of course (dang autopay). I find it poor timing for them and myself though, as this is not a particularly good batch. I can’t exactly place it but I know the problem went wrong somewhere around when I decided not to use my mixer, went by hand like Nana Cece used to do.
Jokes, my grandma don’t cook, and everything she used to do she still does. But as far as the cookies, they’re coming out flat and bland, brittle. This is the same recipe I normally use, a trademark secret, but this batch I went a bit overboard with the mixing, decided to eyeball the last bit of flour in all my late night-mindedness. Lost any air I might’ve gained from whisking butter. What I have now might make for a solid ice cream topping, but this is not the kind of quality I’d like to offer a new friend who invites me to soccer games. Luckily I plan to make peach hand pies tomorrow. Wish me luck til then!
Best,
Brandon
NOT MY BEST
Adding in some well-made cookies too so y’all know I have some skill.
The Baker Brandon 