#458 – Baker
Posted on September 5, 2012 at 12:00 am by Chris
Chapter: Comic
I liked being around when cookies were baking because you get to taste them in all 3 phases.
1. Dough. “Who wants to lick the beater?”
2. Fresh out of the oven. Almost cool enough to eat but the pain adds a little zing to the sugar.
3. Cooled. Now you get the crunch that is your reward for not eating everything an hour ago.
Back before I realized cooking/baking meant weight gain, I really liked baking cookies and those 3 phases were fun. But watching others enjoy my cookies was the best part. Something about spreading joy/calories I guess.
If I were any good at baking (or cooking in general), and I made cookies, NO ONE ELSE WOULD BE ALLOWED ANY OF THEM!
I ought to try and see if Ma had passed on her baking skills to me. Or, at least go get me some premade dough and slice a few into the toaster oven for a small batch.
Cookies are actually the reason I learned to be a competent cook.
“Mom, will you make cookies?”
“No, not today I’m busy.”
“Oh…well, can I?”
So to make the kids, he had to put a bun in her… oven?
More like a pork loin, perhaps?