The Chocolate Chip Cookie

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*The Chocolate Chip Cookie*

I had several other post ideas lined up before this one, but this could not wait.

This is the best cookie ever.

And here is how you do it:

Recipe: From America’s test kitchen.

  • 14 tbsp unsalted butter
  • 3 1/2 oz. granulated sugar
  • 5 1/2 oz. brown sugar (I used a 50/50 combo of light and dark)
  • 1 tsp salt
  • 2 tsp vanilla extract
  • 1 whole egg, 1 egg yolk
  • 8 3/4 oz. bleached or unbleached AP flour
  • 1/2 tsp baking soda
  • 1 1/4 cup Ghirardelli semi-sweet chocolate chips

Equipment needed: Kitchen scale, pan, bowl & stand mixer/hand mixer/fork and a bowl

Directions:

1. Melt 10 tbsp of butter on medium low heat. Watch for the bubbles, which will start to pop very rapidly. After a few minutes, you’ll see the brownish solids. Remove from heat, and add remaining 4 tbsp butter, and mix in pan until dissolved.

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2. Put clarified butter in the fridge.

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3. Go eat dinner. Or go do something else. Forget you’re going to make chocolate chip cookies for a couple of hours. This step is important because most people on the quest to make chocolate chip cookies want them immediately. There is nothing that comes closer to knowing the feeling that you are slowly aging than having to wait to eat chocolate chip cookies because one of the ingredients needs to cool down. So go do something interesting and distracting.

4. Now that you’re back, scoop the cooled butter into the bowl of a stand mixer with a paddle attachment. (Or a hand mixer, or a perfectly good fork and bowl will do, too.)

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5. After weighing the sugars, add them to the butter, along with the salt. Mix for about a minute, and then let rest.

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6. In a separate bowl, weigh the flour, and whisk in the baking soda.

7. Add eggs to the mixer and mix for a minute or two until combined.

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8. Add the vanilla to the butter/sugar mixture, and mix until just combined.

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9. Remove the bowl from the stand attachment, and fold in the flour mixture.

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10. Pre-heat oven to 375 Fahrenheit.

11. When the cookie dough is at a point where you can still see lots of flour and it looks under-mixed, add the chocolate chips.

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12. Fold the batter together only a few more times, you should still be able to see several streaks of unmixed flour in the batter.

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13. Place parchment paper on top of a cookie sheet, and with an ice cream scoop, scoop out the cookie dough onto the sheet, no more than 8 at a time. (Spread out in a three-two-three pattern.)

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14. Bake for about 12 minutes, until crisp golden brown edges, and soft and cakey in the middle.

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15.Wait until they are fully cooled to— Yeah, right.

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Halo of white light. All hail. Just kidding, something was wrong with the camera.

These are the best cookies in the entire freaking world.

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Jam or Fruit Filled Doughnuts and “a day of no internet”

We woke up this Sunday to no internet or television connection in our apartment.

Imagine our dismay–a young, married couple–having to communicate–without a laptop propped nearby, or a loud television program distracting us in the background.

This may have been an opportunity, we thought, to follow in the footsteps of our ancestors; perhaps occupy our time with a variety of primitive early-human recreational activities such as “talking to one another” and “going outside to admire the scenery.”

But then we laughed, and called the repair man.

He never showed up. We stared at each other, and then at the blank television screen; even poked our lifeless laptop monitors.

“It no work!”, we said, pointing; banging on the internet modem, shaking it. “Work, magical rock. Work!”

Nothing.

After some time spent in silent contemplation, a light-bulb thought bubble grew over my husband’s head, and he remembered that we owned a pair of badminton rackets–which we had brought over from South Africa with noble, naive intentions to “get exercise”.

On searching the bedroom, we found them, along with the birdie–sitting forgotten and unused in the bedroom closet.

What happened next was our only logical choice.

We called it: “Apartment Badminton”, and began to set up the court. The couch and chairs became the net. Ladies got the side with the AC unit; Gents had to maneuver around the dinner table. I wasn’t one to argue with the rules.

The volley began. There were many misses; many close saves. The birdie bounced back and forth across the couch-net; sometimes bouncing off of it; sometimes hitting a ceiling light and landing on a chair. The tension mounted as we kept score–in the hopes of winning the coveted Five-Liter-Empty-Water- Bottle Trophy and waving it victoriously over our heads in the face of the defeated opponent. The first game I won, 21-7 (or 21-6, or 21-2, or whatever his abysmally low score was); and the second he won, 17-21.

I was insultingly, though correctly accused of cheating. I denied these accusations vehemently.

We decided, while playing, that to mimic the effect of “conversation”, we should play our own version of “Would I Lie To You”, inspired by the BBC game show.

Here, one person had to rack their brain to come up with random stories about themselves which may have been too irrelevant to share over the course of a seven year relationship, and the other person had to ask questions about the story to guess whether it was the truth or a lie. And of course, they had to be asked in the best impression of David Mitchell’s voice as was possible.

We were surprised–and perhaps a little alarmed–at the information we discovered.

Entertaining though it may have been, I must caution any interested couples with a disclaimer: You may think you know your spouse, or long-term partner, but through playing this game, one might discover strange things: like for example, how your husband once knowingly sampled “chocolate-flavored” dog biscuits (a detail that was never mentioned before the wedding)…or that your wife’s first business venture was to pluck a wheat-like weed that commonly grew in everyone’s garden, and travel door-to-door with a friend selling them as “brooms” for five cents each, eventually making a grand total of fifteen cents.

And then, when you truly start to question the secret, shadowy past life that has been kept from you for all these years by the dangerous eccentric you appear to have married, you can end the game and make jam doughnuts.

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Recipe adapted from: http://allrecipes.co.uk/recipe/4505/jam-doughnuts.aspx and http://emilycooksvegan.com/2013/12/28/jam-doughnuts/

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1 cup milk

5 tbsp water

1 egg, beaten

3 tbsp melted butter

1/4 cup brown sugar

1/4 tsp salt

1 tbsp instant yeast

2.5 cups cake wheat flour (and about 1 cup more for kneading)

Oil, for frying

Method

Mix all the ingredients except for flour, in a large bowl with a fork. Slowly add the flour and keep mixing with the fork until you get a sticky dough. Switch to kneading with your hand. Lift up the dough with your hand, spread some extra flour onto the bowl, and continue to knead until it forms some kind of ball shape and doesn’t feel so sticky. (Although it will still be sticky).

Cover with damp cloth and let rise for an hour.

After an hour, roll out the dough (which should have doubled) on a lightly- floured surface, kneading a little, and shape into a log. Cut 8-10 pieces, form them into balls; and place on covered baking tray. The dough should be much less sticky.

Let rise for about another hour.

Create piping bag: Ziploc bag + jam.

Put about 1-2 cups of oil in a deep pan, and heat to 180 degrees C. Roll the doughnuts, which would have expanded again, into a neat ball with some flour on your hands. You can put some mashed bananas (or apples) with sugar in the center before rolling if you like.

Place them carefully into the oil with a spatula. They should brown nicely on each side for 2-5 minutes.

Drain on paper towel, and sprinkle sugar on top, then patiently wait for it to completely cool before piping in jam. EAT THE FIRST FEW AS SOON AS YOU CAN AND JUST SPREAD JAM ON THEM OMG THEY ARE SO DELICIOUS.

If there any are left, stick them with a butter knife and pipe in the jam.

Then, maybe have dinner; if you insist on the formality.

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This guy didn’t make it to the “piping jam” phase.

These are delicious. I couldn’t stop eating them, and completely ignored the healthy dinner that was cooking away on the stove top. The dough, at times, is difficult to work with because it is so sticky, but you just have to keep adding more flour to the surface where you’re kneading, until it becomes easy to handle.

My husband, too, said that they were really good. But after what I learned, I might have to take his culinary verdicts with a pinch of salt.

Banana Bread and Cream Cheese Frosting (optional)

This is the story of ten small, ripe bananas.

They sat on the dinner table in the fruit bowl, next to four gigantic mangoes the size of my head. It’s summer here in the southern hemisphere, and it’s hot and humid–the perfect season for mangoes and summery fruit.

Though we bought them at the same time, and around the same level of ripeness, the mangoes are still hard, and will probably take another week to ripen. But the bananas, which were green when we got them, started to get yellow almost instantly, and within just two days of the mangoes’ company, boasted several brown spots, teetering precariously on the edge of ‘ripe’ and ‘overripe’.

I kept twitching every time I looked over at the dinner table.There were ten of them. And only two of us. We cannot eat ten bananas in one day.

Finally, this morning, I stood in front of them, deciding their fate.

“We are bananas.” They seemed to say.

“No,” I imagined answering them, in the wizened voice of Mr. Miyagi,  “No, you have all ripened much too quickly. Some of you will stay behind. But for most of you, the path forward is clear. We all think we are one thing. But we are actually waiting to be transformed into something else. You are not bananas. You are banana bread.”

“Ah” they seemed to respond. “Now it all makes sense. Please, sensai. Help us to fulfill our destiny.”

And so I looked online, and helped seven of the ripe bananas fulfill their destiny. They became banana bread, and lived happily ever after in my belly.

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The following recipe was adapted from: http://sallysbakingaddiction.com/2013/05/29/best-ever-banana-bread-with-cream-cheese-frosting/

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Banana Bread

Set oven at 175C (350F). Mix the wet ingredients in a large bowl with a fork:

  • 1/2 cup room temperature unsalted butter
  • 3/4 cup brown sugar
  • 2 eggs
  • 1/3 cup yogurt
  • A little over 2 cups of ripe, mashed bananas (I used 7 small ones)
  • 1.5 tsp vanilla extract
  • 1/4 tsp almond extract

Mix the dry ingredients in a smaller bowl.

  • 2 cups AP flour (or cake wheat flour)
  • 1 tsp baking soda
  • 1/4 tsp salt
  • 1 tsp ground cinnamon
  • 1 tsp of ground allspice

Add the dry ingredients to the wet ingredients, and keep stirring with the fork until the batter comes together.

Butter a loaf pan, and pour the batter into the loaf pan. Stick in oven for 65 minutes (but keep checking it by inserting a knife inside). I didn’t need to add aluminum foil at the halfway point. I don’t think this needs cream cheese frosting, because it’s really good on it’s own, but it will certainly enhance the flavor; though it might tip this from being ‘possible to call it breakfast’ to ‘most definitely dessert’.

Cream Cheese Frosting

  • Put half a tub (4oz) of cream cheese in a bowl.
  • Add about 4-5 heaped teaspoonfuls of powdered sugar.
  • Mix together with a fork and taste for sweetness. (If too sweet, add more cream cheese.)
  • Add a dash of vanilla extract.
  • Add food coloring if you want it to be fun. I sometimes draw pictures on the set frosting with melted chocolate and a ziploc bag doubled as a piping bag.
  • Spread onto this, (or literally any baked good you wish to make even better.)

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The smell of this banana bread wafting through the apartment was so enticing, I shamelessly didn’t wait for my husband to get home before trying a slice. I shamelessly didn’t even wait to “let it cool” or finish this post to try a slice. I did, however, take a grainy cellphone picture.

The banana bread hit the spot–It was moist, sweet, light, and yet oddly filling. In the future, I would reduce the sugar by just a tiny bit. But most banana bread recipes call for a full 1 cup of sugar to 2 cups of flour, so this is just my personal taste; and maybe the fact that I added a few more mashed bananas than needed, and there were no pecans to contrast the sweetness.

I would definitely make this recipe again. The bananas are happy. I am happy.

Now I have to figure out the destiny of the other three.

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