So, do I have a case?
While making (keep your filthy macadamia nuts out of my) white chocolate chip cookies for games night last night, I discovered something without which I could never be a true Californian: my own frivolous law suit.
I propose to sue the makers of silicone baking mats.
They're amazing. Since I started using them, I have been entirely unable to have anything bake unevenly. Kitchen cleanup nightmares are a thing of the past. Not only do I not soak my sheet pans, I don't even wash them. I cook extra-gooey stuff just to try and make it stick to the mat, but nothing does. It's like trying to get a bad exposure out of Nikon's matrix metering. You just can't make the damn things fail. I revel in their awesomeness. Consequently, I have been taking every possible excuse to bake cookies.
A month ago, I could honestly say that I had not made cookies in a decade, and had never made them by myself. Cookies was what Mom did, and I would help her out in exchange for some luscious beater-licking. In this past month, I have baked over 10 dozen cookies. Granted, some of them were very small. I've gone through more butter in the past three weeks than the previous three years. At least. And it's all the fault of the silicone baking mats.
Now, all I need to do is get obese and/or have a heart attack as a result of my increased cookie production (and consequent consumption), and my case will be complete.
Games night was great fun, by the way. I really needed a big dose of friendly and silly. Thanks to our host, and to everyone who came and played and ate cookies.
I propose to sue the makers of silicone baking mats.
They're amazing. Since I started using them, I have been entirely unable to have anything bake unevenly. Kitchen cleanup nightmares are a thing of the past. Not only do I not soak my sheet pans, I don't even wash them. I cook extra-gooey stuff just to try and make it stick to the mat, but nothing does. It's like trying to get a bad exposure out of Nikon's matrix metering. You just can't make the damn things fail. I revel in their awesomeness. Consequently, I have been taking every possible excuse to bake cookies.
A month ago, I could honestly say that I had not made cookies in a decade, and had never made them by myself. Cookies was what Mom did, and I would help her out in exchange for some luscious beater-licking. In this past month, I have baked over 10 dozen cookies. Granted, some of them were very small. I've gone through more butter in the past three weeks than the previous three years. At least. And it's all the fault of the silicone baking mats.
Now, all I need to do is get obese and/or have a heart attack as a result of my increased cookie production (and consequent consumption), and my case will be complete.
Games night was great fun, by the way. I really needed a big dose of friendly and silly. Thanks to our host, and to everyone who came and played and ate cookies.