Today I was
on snack duty for group meeting. It is
snack duty instead of lunch duty because we moved the time back from previously
noon, and then 1:00pm, to 2:00pm. This
is nice because snack duty is less expensive than lunch duty – which was
typically pizza from Domino’s, which everyone then proceeded to complain about
for whatever reason – and because we didn’t actually enjoy eating lunch during
group meeting. It was awkward.
I want to
take a minute here and address my confusion over the Domino’s hate. I don’t get it. It seems like really inoffensive pizza. It has crust and sauce and cheese and
toppings. You can choose lots of
different toppings. They tend to be
nicely arranged. It is not quite as thin
as most New Haven style pizza, but I don’t really love the super thin pizza
style anyway. It seems like it just gets
soggy and loses integrity before it even leaves the pizza box.
These
feelings might actually be why I don’t understand the hating on Domino’s pizza
train. But anyway, we have some pizza
snobs who turn their noses up at it and sometimes I can’t help but feel like
pizza snobbery is one of the lowest forms of snobbery. It doesn’t take much to make a good pizza,
and I have no idea what it takes to make a great pizza. So there’s that. (I usually assume it takes nice toppings to
make a great pizza, but these are people who just want broccoli and chicken or
pepperoni or just plain cheese.)
Anyway, I
decided I wanted to partake in some good old-fashioned bake therapy, so I
picked a recipe for chocolate chip cookies that I had saved to Pinterest
(lookit this continuity with my last entry!) and made those. The cookies are very tasty – I subbed in
about a half cup of white chocolate chips, because I think that variety is the spice
of life (ha ha) and then chilled the dough while the oven preheated. When I baked them, they came out as little
domes, just the way I’d put them in, and I wondered if they had even baked.
They had,
they just held their shape. I got about
30 of them from the recipe and then thought maybe that wouldn’t be enough, so I
whipped up a half-batch of Nestle’s recipe (you know, the Toll House cookie recipe
on the chocolate chip bag) and tossed in a bunch of Heath bar bits that I had
just hanging out in my freezer door. At
first I thought that the second batch tasted suspiciously of freezer (you know
the taste) but after sitting out overnight, they just tasted like chocolate
chip cookies with toffee bits.
It turns out
that people are indeed not intimidated by chocolate chip cookies. They don’t wonder if they’ll like them. Chocolate chip cookies are apparently one of
the few things that the human race has blind faith in. And despite the fact that I brought in like
55 cookies, most of them were gone by the time our 90 minute group meeting had
ended. It’s good to know that the little
things are the best things, sometimes.
Jen tried
one of the Heath bar variety, which I had remembered to sprinkle with coarse
sea salt before popping them in the oven, and she turned to look at me. “Is this salt on top?” she asked, and I
nodded yes. She took another bite. “It’s not bad.”
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