as a kid, you never expect that the things that are so life-shatteringly important to you at the time will one day no longer matter. my ambition to marry prince william and become a princess for instance. and for another, my constant and obsessive desire for snow. living in boston has gradually ruined snow for me …while prince william gradually aging ruined that little love affair for me… but more seriously, in my youth, snow represented the pinnacle of happiness. throughout december, i would perform elaborate snow dances involving a number of props and rhythmic chants. i was so committed that i would practice for snow by “sledding” down wet grass on a broken down cardboard box. never in my life did i think the joy of snow would leave me. i mean, hell, i spent over half my life desperately beseeching nature for just a glimmer of it.
but as the old proverb says, when it rains it pours, and for boston, so it seems, when it snows it blizzards. 7 and a half years of freezing snot, brown 6-month-old snow refusing to melt, and hours of shoveling out my car just to have a plow re-trap it moments later… the magic has been decidedly snuffed out.
despite my whining and complaining, i can’t deny that in the first few hours when the world is still white and untouched, the childhood joy comes flooding back. (probably a result of some serious mental blocking from the previous year’s traumas.) and should work call a snow day? heavenly… you know, until the shoveling begins and all. but i’ll be glossing over that little factor when i text a multitude of photos to my brother in georgia (who only knows the joys of snow that melts after a day and is therefore not jaded like myself) so he is properly harassed and sent into a fit of depression.
…and then proceed to frolic until i’m numb. clearly. this particular snow day necessitated a lot of frolicking…once my roommates and i had played till our collective heart’s content, by which i mean, we could no longer feel most of our limbs, it was decided that nothing could perfect this day like a plate of cookies and a steaming mug of hot chocolate…because we are adorable and slightly cliche that way. plus, unlike prince william and snow, chocolate chip cookies are never in danger of going out of style.
mini chocolate chip cookies: (a la ww)
what you’ll need:
2 tbsp butter, softened
2 tsp canola oil
1/2 cup packed brown sugar, dark-variety
1 tsp vanilla extract
1/8 tsp table salt
1 large egg white
3/4 cup all-purpose flour
1/4 tsp baking soda (not pictured…woops)
3 oz semi-sweet chocolate chips, about 1/2 cup
1. preheat oven to 375ºf.
3. in a small bowl, mix together the flour and baking soda. mix in with the bowl of wet ingredients. add chocolate chips to the batter, and stir to distribute evenly.
around this point, you may notice that there is practically no dough whatsoever. i would have been surprised if it made 5 cookies, not to mention the serving size of 48. looks like i had neglected to realize that by “mini,” they meant “practically invisible to the naked eye.”
i figured i should do some to-scale illustrations to really drive the point home. what we have here is a recommended dough blob size that ends up being bigger than a nickel, yet smaller than a johnny cupcakes pin.
4. if you have recovered from the shock, proceed to drop 48 half-teaspoons of dough onto a large nonstick baking sheet leaving a small amount of space between each cookie. as you can see, i whipped out the big guns, aka toothpicks, to get these suckers out. more shocking than even the initial shock is that i managed to get 56 cookies from this. (guh!?)
5. bake cookies until golden around edges (about 4 to 6 minutes). cool on a wire rack.
beware: these baby tinies are highly addictive. when i normally could contain myself to one regular sized cookie (alright, fine, 3…but i’m just making sure they are safe), i found myself popping these bad boys like it was job. 20 mini cookies later…and my distended stomach was rather un-mini.