Tuesday, September 18, 2018

Pony, Baker, Helper, NOT

The Pony is not renowned for his culinary skills. In fact, his selfless habit of helping people might just surpass his talent as a cook. So imagine my surprise when he sent me a text on Monday, revealing that he and his bestie had made cookies on Sunday.

Of course, The Pony never just shares things like that with me. He at first informed me of his first test in one of his classes. THEN he happened to mention the rest.

"Also, me and Bestie tried to make cookies from scratch yesterday. It ended...poorly."

"That's sad."

"We either missed the timer, screwed up the order/ratios, or she had the wrong time in her head."

"Didn't you look up a recipe?" I did NOT mention my dismay that TWO CHEMISTRY MAJORS could mess up the order and ratios of ingredients...

"She had one, but didn't have it written down right or something."


"That's tragic. Worse than Genius's Nutella cookies. What were they SUPPOSED to be?"

"They were meant to be tiny cookies, but she broke the pusher and we tried to make them big. She added too much salt to the batter, too. She called them s-p-r-i-t-z cookies, like tiny cookies in shapes that get passed around at parties, apparently. I was also confused."

"Passing those around would be the end of the party!"

Let the record show that Bestie is from Texas, and might have learned of these cookies from an old family recipe, or from her sorority house-mother. As far as I can tell, the only s-p-r-i-t-z-ing that would be going on would be from the fire extinguisher onto these cookies!

You know how kids reach developmental milestones at different times. Here was The Pony, making his first batch of cookies during his junior year of college. While Genius made HIS first batch of cookies during his junior year of high school.


Let the record show that Genius did not eat HIS cookies, either. He conjured up a recipe that included Nutella. Not a hit. And Genius really likes Nutella. He's a regular gourmet cook compared to The Pony, though.

4 comments:

River said...

My mum would say cut off the burnt bits and cover the rest with icing. Me? I'd toss them and find a recipe and start over. Let me re-phrase that...I'd start with a recipe and follow it even to pre-heating the oven and checking the clock when I slid the tray into the oven.
BUT...hooray for The Pony and his Bestie giving it a try. Perhaps they'll try again, with a recipe and a clock or a timer that goes "ding!" and get something edible, something worth sharing around.

Hillbilly Mom said...

River,
I'm hoping they at least tried a bite out of the middle! Bestie hangs out at The Pony's apartment to get a break away from her sorority house. Maybe it was more about the experience than the actual cookies. Since The Pony is certainly not a cook, I can imagine him deferring to Bestie's directions.

Kathy's Klothesline said...

Let's hope that the Pony ends up with a girl that can cook! They looked pretty sad. Spritz cookies are meant to be pushed through a cookie press and should be only slightly browned at the edges. Not a good choice for a first attempt!

Hillbilly Mom said...

Kathy,
Let's hope. Because they would both starve, unless they know how to use GrubHub.

Maybe The Pony was also chilling some glass bottles of root beer in the freezer for several hours...