Good morning, Would-Be Cookie Eaters,
As many of you know, I have begun to plan for our annual Thanksgiving Dinner at the Boathouse. A week ago or so, I pulled out my notebook from last year to make decisions about this year’s menu. (Current plans, by the way, call for ditching last year’s macaroni and pimento cheese bites — they turned out pretty badly, horribly, actually.)
I love browsing through cookbooks — sometimes reading, mostly dreaming — always imagining that my version of things will be nice.
So today, on this warm November 1 morning, I pulled out my notebook again to review the recipes. It occurred to me that All Saints Day might be a nice day for Christmasy snickerdoodles, and I know my recipe for snickerdoodles is in my Thanksgiving notebook.
Sadly, I discovered that I am out of cream of tarter, so snickerdoodles were nixed for today. My next thought was to make molasses crinkles ( mostly for Finn), and in this endeavor I discovered something it’s best not to forget. Recipes are useful as directive devices. They’re not just for dreaming.
For example, had I imagined making a nice batch of ginger snaps this morning, maybe it would have been a good idea to short the flour and over bake. Rats! By now it’s 7:00 and I need to be to work early today, so my version of molasses-crinkle-ginger-snaps will have to do. Sorry all!
Come and get ’em (anyway).
P.S. Please try not to worry about Thanksgiving. I have 27 more days to improve my recipe-following skills, and I hope you’ll stop by to see how it works out.