Although Gavin has gotten much better about his World of Warcraft habits, every now and then I still find myself suffering from WoW-widowhood. Usually there are some bugs that just have to be killed, or a dragon that desperately needs to be slain, or some other mythical quest to go on to save some princess.
What happened to saving your wife from getting dishpan hands, or helping to banish the dust bunnies that breed in the dark recesses of the apartment? Clearly tasks too simple for a Troll Priest.
Today (Sunday), as my brave husband was gallantly slaying whatever the hell it was, so I ran the vacuum cleaner around the office, gave up trying to annoy him and decided to bake cookies.
The sweet smell of cookies in the oven is far more effective than trying to pry him away from the computer. About 1/2 way through the second batch’s oven time I heard a voice from the office:
“What smells so good?”
“Cookies. They’re orange chocolate…” my voice trailed off as I heard:
“COOKIES!!!!!!” and the pitter patter of feet down the hallway into the kitchen. Gavin appeared in his horrible plaid bathrobe. “I want cookies!”
The first batch was sitting on the counter cooling.
“Don’t touch those, they’re hot.”
Appropriately discouraged from eating the entire batch before they’d cooled, Gavin grumbled off to the office to continue his quest.
After lunch, the much awaited cookie appeared. The first words out of his mouth were: “Were they cooked long enough?”
The oven and I have been having an ongoing feud. Even with the oven thermometer it still enjoys under-baking and over-baking my cookies. I have tried baking them longer, baking them on different baking sheets, but no matter what, one of the two trays of cookies usually comes out close to inedibly ruined.
This time around, the first batch of cookies was a bit on the undercooked side, and adding the glaze the moment they came out of the oven didn’t help the firmness any. The second tray came out decently, I assume because the oven had finally warmed up enough.
Oven frustrations and one nearly ruined tray aside, the second tray of cookies turned out wonderfully.
1 1/4 c Firmly-packed brown sugar
3/4 c Golden crisco shortening
2 tb Orange juice
1 tb Vanilla
1 tb Finely grated orange rind
1 3/4 cAll-purpose flour
1 ts Salt
3/4 ts Baking soda
1 1/2 c Semi-sweet chocolate chips
1/2 c Icing sugar
2 1/2 ts Orange juice
1 1/2 ts Orange liqueur =(or more orange juice)
1. Preheat oven to 375F (190C). Place sheets of foil on
countertop for cooling cookies.
2. For cookies, combine brown sugar, shortening, orange
juice, vanilla and orange rind in large bowl. Beat at
medium speed of electric mixer until well blended. Beat egg into creamed mixture.
3. Combine flour, salt and baking soda. Mix into creamed
mixture just until blended. Stir in chocolate chips.
4. Drop by rounded measuring tablespoonfuls (15 mL) of
dough 3 inches (7 cm) apart onto ungreased baking sheet.
5. Bake one baking sheet at a time at 375F (190C) for 8
to 10 minutes for chewy cookies, or 11 to 13 minutes for
crisp cookies. DO NOT OVERBAKE.
6. For glaze, combine icing sugar, orange juice and
liqueur. Stir until well blended. Brush on cookies
immediately upon removing from oven. Remove cookies to foil cool completely.
Makes: About 3 dozen cookies
After empathizing deeply about the oven’s evil tendencies, the Brave Troll Priest went back to WoW land, and I went back to reading Branded, the buying and selling of teenagers.
And a warning, the cookies are super-sweet so only eat one at a time, and wash it down with a good deal of cold milk.