Boys are a mystery. I’ve blogged before about the mystery of boys. Having grown up without brothers, the surprises of having a son confound me more every year. Sixth grade, my son’s second year of middle school, has been no exception.
This year girls have jumped into the social scene, mostly online, but also occasionally in person. The packs of kids have gotten much larger and I’ve had to set rules I never imagined uttering out loud. Rules like, “I need 24 hours notice before more than 4 of your friends come over.” What am I running here, a frat house?
But these kids, even in their loud (and somewhat smelly) packs, are not bad kids. They say, “Hello, Mrs. Druckman. Thank for having me, Mrs. Druckman.” They gossip. They text. They play hockey. They do x-box. And at least once a week, they make chocolate chip cookies. Yes, these men-children, these macho boys whose voices are just beginning to crack, are bakers.
The first time they wanted to bake, I balked. I told them, “In my new kitchen, my pride and joy, are you completely nuts?” But they begged, and pleaded, and said they could be trusted. I couldn’t say no. But just in case, I stayed close. And although they did make a mess, they didn’t burn the house down. And the cookies were fine – not burnt, not raw – really pretty good.
The cookies were obviously a hit with the boys because they came back the next day, right after school, ready to go. Having proven themselves, I gave them a little more space, and the baking has been repeated dozens of times. Although they started with the Nestle Toll House recipe on the package, over time, they have made it their own. Their chocolate chip cookie recipe is now spectacular. These cookies are thick, chewy, and just delicious.
They were guarded about their secrets, but over time, I wore them down. Without knowing it, they proved one of the techniques spelled out in a 2014 NPR segment on the science behind baking your idea chocolate chip cookie. Melted butter is the boys’ secret tip. But if you press them a bit more, they’ll confess that they have also boosted the sugar content. And once the dough is thrown together, they don’t coddle it. They like to lob it, like a soft baseball pitch, onto the cookie sheet. That part I couldn’t quite bring myself to do, new kitchen and all that, while trying to duplicate their recipe, and my husband just smugly informed me that the results suffered.
Next time, I’ll be throwing the batter up down from high up, as if I were a 12-year old boy. But I will never make them into phallic shapes – like I caught them doing once. After all, I have to draw the line somewhere.
- 2 sticks of melted unsalted butter
- 2 eggs
- 3 teaspoons of vanilla
- 1 cup of granulated sugar
- ¾ cups of brown sugar
- 2 cups of Nestle semi sweet chocolate chips
- 2¼ cups of flour
- 1 teaspoon of baking soda
- 1 teaspoon of salt
- Preheat oven to 375 degrees Fahrenheit.
- Melt 2 sticks of unsalted butter in the microwave.
- In your mom's heavy stand mixer, that you accidentally dented the island with, put the melted butter and the brown and white sugar. Let it go until it looks mixed, and you've checked your snapchat.
- Dump in the vanilla and the eggs. Mix a little more.
- Add the flour, salt, and baking soda. Mix some more.
- Toss in the chocolate chips, eating many along the way, we don't like it that chocolatey anyway.
- Lob big balls of dough, the size of small tennis balls, from way up on high onto a silpat.
- Bake for 9-10 minutes. Eat them hot, dipped in a cold glass of milk, that you leave all over the kitchen until your mom yells at you to clean up this DUMP!