Whee! It's annoyingly and uncomfortably hot. And what's the silliest thing you can do when the day's already stupidly hot?
Bake something!
So, I decided to bake cookies1. After all, what's a 180° oven when it's already Quite Warm™ outside? This plan went much as scheduled for most of it - just typical cookie-making, which is by itself fairly mind-numbing. Except, of course, for one thing.
The amorphous cookie mix slush refused to become dough.
So, I added a little more flour, and got slightly more floury slush. It tastes exactly as it should, it's just runny. You cannot bake runny cookieslush; you end up with cookie sheets covered in a single gene-spliced supercookie2.
Is it a food? It is a plate? No! It's Supercookie! Tastier than a speeding bullet! More surface area than a locomotive! Able to clad tall buildings with a single sheet!
And not a bit of cookiekryptonite to be found. Grr.
So, I stared at it for a moment. I didn't really expect much - it's amourphous cookieslush, it doesn't care what you think of it. And then, then I figured out that - just maybe - the fact that it's 35°C in the gorram shade today might be having a tinytiny little effect on the relative levels of Supercookie slushiness.
The Supercookie is having a little time out in the Refrigerator of Solitude. I expect that - given time - it'll play nice and become dough3 rather than slush.
ETA: Aaaand... no. No cookie for me. Or, rather, Supercookie for me. I lost my biscuit sheets Quite Some Time ago, which is good - it means I use scone trays, which have edges, which means that I don't need to scrape cookie off the inside of my oven.
The word of the day is: Oops.
Bake something!
So, I decided to bake cookies1. After all, what's a 180° oven when it's already Quite Warm™ outside? This plan went much as scheduled for most of it - just typical cookie-making, which is by itself fairly mind-numbing. Except, of course, for one thing.
The amorphous cookie mix slush refused to become dough.
So, I added a little more flour, and got slightly more floury slush. It tastes exactly as it should, it's just runny. You cannot bake runny cookieslush; you end up with cookie sheets covered in a single gene-spliced supercookie2.
Is it a food? It is a plate? No! It's Supercookie! Tastier than a speeding bullet! More surface area than a locomotive! Able to clad tall buildings with a single sheet!
And not a bit of cookiekryptonite to be found. Grr.
So, I stared at it for a moment. I didn't really expect much - it's amourphous cookieslush, it doesn't care what you think of it. And then, then I figured out that - just maybe - the fact that it's 35°C in the gorram shade today might be having a tinytiny little effect on the relative levels of Supercookie slushiness.
The Supercookie is having a little time out in the Refrigerator of Solitude. I expect that - given time - it'll play nice and become dough3 rather than slush.
ETA: Aaaand... no. No cookie for me. Or, rather, Supercookie for me. I lost my biscuit sheets Quite Some Time ago, which is good - it means I use scone trays, which have edges, which means that I don't need to scrape cookie off the inside of my oven.
The word of the day is: Oops.
- I occasionally feel like typing that as cookiees. Just remember: cakes don't rip people's arms off when they rise.
- Which I just accidetally typed as "suppercookie".
- The worst-case scenario there is it'll become nice PlayDoh. Which, really, no. Not good.
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Date: 2006-11-21 06:39 am (UTC)