Tollhouse Chocolate Chip Cookies Analysis
Cooking With My Boys: Tollhouse Chocolate Chip Cookies
Some of my greatest memories are of cooking in the kitchen with loved ones. Having a hand in creating the perfect pie crust (even when burnt), to flour fights and all the laughter that goes along with those special moments in time. Cooking with my grandmother and mother gave me wondrously happy memories. These matriarchs have taught me a great many things, but the most important was the joy of creating great memories, filled with an abundance of joy, love, and food.
So to keep with kitchen tradition, I pre-heat my oven to 375 degrees Fahrenheit. Clean off my work space, collect my ingredients, mixer, measuring tools, and my helpers. My helpers, (a.k.a. my two boys, the eldest 12, and youngest 5), get to decide on the menu, which is Toll house chocolate chip cookies. Now, normally I have the youngest work with all the dry …show more content…
Which he places in our dry ingredients bowl. Next he measures one teaspoon each of both salt and baking soda, and then, just to keep him busy he gets to whisk the ingredients together while my eldest works on the next step of our recipe. Carl, my eldest, gets to mix all the wet ingredients together. He starts off with beating one cup of room temperature of butter in the mixer on medium speed. Next he he adds ¾ cup each brown sugar and white sugar, one teaspoon of vanilla extract into the butter, and mixes till creamy. Now I always have to pay close attention to this step thanks to past experiances. Carl one time beat the mixture one time past creamy and straight on through to a puddle of sweet wrongness. Carl also has to add two large eggs into a glass bowl minus the shells (that again is another story for another time) into the batter. I have always found that eating egg shells is a lot like getting sand in your mouth, very
Some of my greatest memories are of cooking in the kitchen with loved ones. Having a hand in creating the perfect pie crust (even when burnt), to flour fights and all the laughter that goes along with those special moments in time. Cooking with my grandmother and mother gave me wondrously happy memories. These matriarchs have taught me a great many things, but the most important was the joy of creating great memories, filled with an abundance of joy, love, and food.
So to keep with kitchen tradition, I pre-heat my oven to 375 degrees Fahrenheit. Clean off my work space, collect my ingredients, mixer, measuring tools, and my helpers. My helpers, (a.k.a. my two boys, the eldest 12, and youngest 5), get to decide on the menu, which is Toll house chocolate chip cookies. Now, normally I have the youngest work with all the dry …show more content…
Which he places in our dry ingredients bowl. Next he measures one teaspoon each of both salt and baking soda, and then, just to keep him busy he gets to whisk the ingredients together while my eldest works on the next step of our recipe. Carl, my eldest, gets to mix all the wet ingredients together. He starts off with beating one cup of room temperature of butter in the mixer on medium speed. Next he he adds ¾ cup each brown sugar and white sugar, one teaspoon of vanilla extract into the butter, and mixes till creamy. Now I always have to pay close attention to this step thanks to past experiances. Carl one time beat the mixture one time past creamy and straight on through to a puddle of sweet wrongness. Carl also has to add two large eggs into a glass bowl minus the shells (that again is another story for another time) into the batter. I have always found that eating egg shells is a lot like getting sand in your mouth, very