There’s something about the cold and rain combined with the fall season that makes me want to bake. It’s the warmth of the oven and the smell of something baking that always lures me into a project while it is wet outside. It must have been the rain but I wanted to make a batch of cookies despite my hatred of making them, especially when it means handling the dough for much of the process. But I was feeling optimistic and hopeful — I wanted to tackle something new.
So when I look for a cookie recipe to try, I always turn to Martha Stewart’s Cookie book. That book is like porn to me. All the photos are so beautiful to look at and makes me think for one instant that I too can turn out perfect cookies. Say like the icebox spiral and bull’s eye cookies. Boy, was I wrong.
Instead of perfect cookies with concentric circles of vanilla and chocolate cookie dough for the bull’s eye, it looks like bone marrow slices. And spirals? Close but no cookie. Next time I’ll stick to drop cookies with a little less precision in rolling. Or maybe I’ll just start a category with all my cookie failures.