July 7, 2008

Cookie Emergency

This is how so not Martha Stewart I am: This weekend I baked cookies for Mol’s other Mommy, a.k.a. the sitter, because she’s amazing and we all love her. Here I am, all Betty Crockered out, apron and all, and I take out the first batch of picture-perfect chocolate chip cookies. Cool—mentally patting myself on the back. I grab the spatula, scoop up the first cookie and put it on the oh #%&@!!! I. Don’t. Own. A. Cookie. Rack. I live, breathe and eat home decor every day and I don’t even own a cookie rack. You’ve got to be kidding me.

The reason the wire cookie rack is necessary is so that your delectables get exposed to air to cool and not continue to bake on the pan. Even just a minute or two could turn the bottoms from golden brown to black. If I’m going to consume 100+ calories in three bites, it better not be burnt.

I looked around my kitchen in panic mode. What can I use? I consider the soda rack in the fridge. No, the slots are too far apart. Maybe the wire fruit basket on the microwave? No, too small. Damn. And then, the baking gods smile on me and my eye catches the empty—and already clean—drying rack in the sink. Perfect! I throw out the bottle holder and start shoveling my treats onto the make-shift rack. Not conventional, but it totally saved my butt. Conventional has never been my style anyway.

For you b’s-to-b working on your registries, check out williams-sonoma.com or crateandbarrel.com for all your baking needs so you won’t end up in a pinch like moi!

Posted by Aimee at 11:13 a.m.

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