Remember when I said I didn’t bake? Well, I’ve decided I’ll watch other people do it, and record the process/results. I’ll call the series Back-seat Baking, and I thank Sarge for the name suggestion.
Sarge brought home a box of cookie mix and a bag of marshmallows yesterday.
‘Do you mind if I put these together?’
‘Um, no. Rocky Road!’
I asked if I could take notes on this experiment, and he said to scribble away.
‘OK. Don’t do anything note-worthy until I go to the bathroom.’ This could be a preface to anything, but that’s another post.
I got back from the bathroom, and he’d heated the oven and was meticulously chopping up a ‘silly amount’ of marshmallows. Actually 7. Or 4.
He put the mix in an actual mixing-bowl, adding a teaspoon of cocoa and a ‘liberally measured’ ounce of softened butter. He mixed in the marshmallows, with a ‘tiny bit’ of water. And then some more water. And some more water. And honey. And more water.
He mixed and mixed and mixed and flattened four cookie-shaped things on some kitchen-foil. The kitchen-foil proved to be a bad idea, but they were still tasty.
He shoved them into the oven (190° C/ 374° F) and set our kettle-shaped timer for 7 minutes, after which he turned them over.
I nabbed some actual cookie-dough and he put them in for another 7 minutes.
After checking them and deciding they were ‘squidgy’, they went in for a ‘wee bit longer.’
We then enjoyed them. With hot chocolate and left-over marshmallows. And Father Ted.
They tasted better than they looked. Perfect with coffee this afternoon!
Let me know if you try them! Or if you have any recipes I could watch other people try to make!