The other evening was freezing cold. We were in for the night, watching TV, all three of us sharing a warm afgan that my grandmother crocheted. Michael felt snacky. And I was sipping hot tea and knew I needed something to go with it.
"I'll make chocolate chip cookies!" I boasted, sliding in my slippers to the kitchen.
But, soon after getting Michael's hopes up, I realized that I didn't have the two sticks of butter that the recipe called for. Instead, I had about two spoon fulls, if that. Oh, goodness.
Not letting this phase him, Michael insisted that I proceed with confectionery confidence. A little less butter would mean a little less guilt as we gulped them, right?
I had exactly two eggs and just barely enough flour (and I prefer to use the whole wheat kind), plus just enough of all the other necessary ingredients. So, I gave it a try! What was the worst that could happen? They'd simply be inedible.
Incredibly, the cookies turned out OK! Their appearance and texture were a bit non-traditional (rather more bumpy than usual), but the taste was nearly equivalent. Yum, yum, yum!