In this time of separate and distant, as we try to cope with not meeting our favorite person for coffee and cake, or connecting with a like-minded group to discuss a book over food relevant to the plot, I scurried to find store bought cookies to ease me into comfort.
Ah, but to venture into a store was to risk contagion, despite the plastic screens in front of the cashiers at Whole Foods and the yellow tapes marking six foot distance. Not many millennials venture in, but when they do, their sense of immortality tends to drive them to ignore science-based suggestions. I could order cookies from Amazon, but then I would need to wipe down the cartons inside and out, and those handiwipes are precious, better saved for my hands when needed.
A friend, noting my dilemma, suggested I make my own cookies. I always have a stash of semi-sweet chocolate and sugar. Recently, I had bought a ten pound bag of organic flour on sale – before I knew I would be housebound. Why not make the most comfort laden food I knew. And, I could control everything in the process, in a time when control of anything seems almost impossible, from the dough to the oven to the delivery – without packaging.
I’m not sure when it disappeared from the wrapper, bu I still add it. Does it make a difference? I’ve never tried making the cookies without it, so cannot judge, but if you have, let me know.