My favorite gift to give people, especially family members, is food. I still owe Tom, my father-in-law, a key lime pie for watching our dogs while we were in Florida last month. Actually, we brought him back something from the sunshine state, so I can forget the key lime pie.
Last week I made cookie dough batter after setting my butter out to warm to room temperature after two days. And somehow I didn't have the recipe. I looked through my "own" cookbook, but didn't see it immediately. I panicked. How would I figure out the recipe? It was printed on the back of the Reese's chips in the past. Then I took more time with my collection of recipes and found it, whew! These peanut butter and chocolate chip cookies call for ten whole ounces of peanut butter chips. That's the whole bag. And then there's the 2/3 cup of semi-sweet or milk-chocolate (your choice!) chips to counter all that peanutty goodness.
But I was too tired to bake the batter. Maybe doing things in steps is the best way to accomplish cooking goals. Thank heaven for wax paper. I could not live without it. I mostly use it to wrap sandwiches, and that isn't often at all. This time I used it to make a cookie dough log that I could pop into the fridge and then bake cookies whenever the whim hit me.
Unfortunately I have a weakness for cookie dough, or batter of any kind. Three days after I put the dough together my log diminished by half. I'd grab a chunk for breakfast, and then another for a snack, or even as part of my dinner. It was sinfully good. If I indulge in store-bought cookie dough, I lose my taste for it immediately. Not so the homemade stuff.
Wouldn't it be great in homemade ice cream, or gelato? I thought.
By the time I baked the cookies on Sunday the half log was a manageable amount of dough to work with. One and a quarter cookie sheets later and my baking was done. The yield was about two dozen cookies, give or take the four to six that Ian and I nibbled throughout the day. I finally removed the cookies from our home and left them in my parents' mailbox because they were for my dear step-father who gives me such wonderful (and free) medical care.