high-bar baking

I think I’m in love.

I thought I was happy with my Biscoff cookies, and I was. But this is different. 

I tried her Biscoff Oatmeal Cookies. And now I’m hooked. I’ve always loved oats, and this is an oat cookie, with all its wonderful texture, that tastes like a Biscoff cookie! What a dream. 

I made them into 1.5T instead of 1T balls because my itty-bitty cookie scoop was dirty, but mostly because I wanted them to be a little bigger. It’s my party. I still got 25 out of the recipe. I chilled the dough in a block for half an hour because I was impatient and wanted a couple that night. Then I took it out of the fridge and scooped it into balls to rest that way. If at all possible, you should rest your dough in balls and not as a solid mass. There are exceptions (looking at you, Preppy Kitchen’s Crinkle Cookies), but more often than not you’re signing yourself up for a frustrating time chipping dough off a marble slab and breaking your cookie scoop (still looking at you, Crinkles. Twice.) 

Woke up with Green Light stuck in my head, the line: “She thinks you love the beach / you’re such a damn LIAR.” It doesn’t make any sense to me. Lying about liking the beach just means that you’re signing yourself up for spending time… at the beach. Which you hate. What kind of a long-term strategy is this? It’s like in 27 Dresses, how the sister pretends to be this completely different person so she can trick George into marrying her. Why would you want to have to keep up this complex charade for your entire life? Girl, he is not even that cute. I kid, but still. I don’t really think I need to say this, because I hope nobody’s out there running elaborate long cons to win over mediocre rom com love interests and set themselves up for lives of inauthenticity and unhappiness. And frankly, if you were, you wouldn’t listen to me when I told you to stop! 

Just what was on my mind today. Don’t lie about the beach, or your favourite cookie. That way madness lies.