Fortunately, the year wasn't a total wash for baking. Here's my sideboard of cookies ready to be shipped out.
I've been working my way through Betty Crocker's Cooky Cookbook (that's Cooky not Cookie). I haven't been adjusting the recipes for the altitude, and usually it hasn't been a problem.
However, Mary's Sugar Cookies are a sea-level only affair. Believe it or not, the chocolate coated blobs on the cooling racks are supposed to be snowmen. My personal favorites were the super-puffy angels we called the Angel of Obesity.
2 comments:
Dang. Sorry to hear that. Was it an intentional decision to avoid the new Crisco?
And, hey! Are you Back East?
Geez, you could have frosting-glued some grahm crackers together and made an outhouse or woodshed to at least keep your streak up. I'm dismayed at your lack of innovation.
I also ask if you are back east.
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