Complaining about the status of the cookie industry in Melbourne (Butterbings aside) is a hobby of mine. “Ugh! Even the middle is hard” and “They add too many chips to disguise the flavourless dough” and “Well, you may have to settle for a Subway cookie” are a few of the things I hear myself saying over and over again.
I complain because I love. I love cookies.
They are the best dessert.
That is fact and I rather not argue about it.
Some would say I was cookie-spoiled by New York City. They’ve got Ovenly and Milk Bar and Insomnia Cookies and Levain Bakery. Even Two Hands knows what’s up. By the time I moved to Melbourne, I was an outright and aggressive cookie snob and I did not apologise for it.
It wasn’t anger that drove me in the beginning. I waited patiently thinking surely something will open soon. It’s now 6 years on and nothing. Again, I will mention Butterbings because they are amazing but I’m talking about the simple chocolate chip cookie we all know and love.
(This brings me to the mystery disappearance of the cinnamon and glazed donut but I will spare you that rant until I can commit to a full investigation.)
The truth, as is always the case, is that this annoyance comes from within. I’m not mad at the Melbourne Cookie Industry. I’m mad at myself. I can’t bake cookies to save my life. Or my husband’s life. Or my dog’s. I’m basically responsible for the death of my entire family.
I’ve tried for years. YEARS! I have an entire Pinterest board basically dedicated to cookie recipes. But I am not a patient baker, no. I’m no baker at all. I am someone that lives and eats in the now. The concept of starting on cookies today to eat them tomorrow is exhausting.
Life changed dramatically when I found the recipe below on William Sonoma. It takes 30 minutes max, and even if you get measurements wrong and blend things in the wrong order you get a perfect result. I don’t get chemistry enough to understand why this cookie beats all others when it basically contains the same (or less) ingredients and instructions as every other one, but I will no longer question it.
Let us enjoy and rejoice, friends! Maybe if I bake hard enough I’ll be the one to finally open up that cookie cafe Melbourne had desperately been waiting for.