I really hate baking.
I love eating baked goods, but I really hate baking. I don’t know why, but butter, flour, and sugar and I just don’t get along.
My mom baked like crazy when I was growing up, but I never had any desire to learn from her. In 7th grade Home Economics, I was the only student excited for the sewing portion of class and absolutely dreading the cooking portion. 2021 was the first year of my daughter’s 10 years in existence that I made her birthday cake, but really all I did was make boxed brownies and top them with store bought ice cream to create an ice cream cake of sorts. (It was actually good, I highly recommend doing it.)
My daughter, on the other hand, desperately wants to bake with me. I generally put her off as long as possible, but eventually I cave. And THAT is how I end up making cupcakes with twice as much oil as the recipe called for, angel food cake that tastes like carbon, and my personal favorite: cookies without flour.
Yup, that’s right. I managed to go through the entire process of mixing and baking cookies without realizing I forgot to add flour. Now, if I was making them for a gluten-free friend, that would have been pretty awesome — but I wasn’t. Those sad cookies that were supposed to be balls of moist chocolatey goodness ended up paper thin and disintegrated into nothingness as soon as I tried to scoop them off the pan.
So, in honor of my baking failures, I thought I would share my favorite cookie recipe from my childhood —cocoa drop cookies courtesy of my great grandmother, Lenore.
And be sure not to forget the flour, because apparently it’s important!