The perfect cookie quest

It’s been 171 days since I left Minnesota and drove 1,468 miles to Milton, Massachusetts for a new job. And on day one in my new home on the first floor in a residence hall with brick walls and carpet in my kitchen, I discovered the worst thing any hobby-baker could find: My oven is a piece of shit.

“But Melynda! It can’t be that bad!” they exclaim.

You haven’t the slightest clue, my friends.

At first, it was finding out that I have a smaller-than-average sized oven which doesn’t adequately hold my cookie sheets. *sigh*

“They’re just cookie sheets, Melynda! You can get smaller ones!” they plead.

“But I like MY cookie sheets. They’re high-quality and they bake 12 cookies at a time!” I throw back.

THEN! I realize that my hotter-than-average oven runs, well, hotter-than-average when the Digiorno pizza that kid sister and I had been craving all afternoon BURNED a full eight minutes before it was supposed to be done!

“But at least your oven is hot at all!” they try to compromise.

“I want things to cook when they say they’re going to cook! Not before! Not after! Right on time!” I scream with my fist in the air.

And then the final straw: When my perfected-cookie-baking-technique was compromised by my hotter-than-and-smaller-than-average, no good, dirty-rotten, pig stealing, great, great grand-oven and my usually beautiful cookies were RUINED. And they were ruined over, and over, and over again.

I was devastated.

Ask any of my co-workers; they’ll tell you the effect this oven has had on my well-being.

BUT! This, my friends, is a bad story-turned-happy!

There are silver linings to be seen here! Like my smaller-than average sized cookie sheet being delivered from Minnesota (at least it was already mine, right?) and realizing that my cookies take, on average, three minutes less than usual! And by combining these things, I’ve had fewer burnt cookies and happier RAs.

My perfect cookie quest continues as I battle the dragon-oven, but you know, my snickerdoodles were borderline perfect on Tuesday evening.

My well-being has significantly improved.

Until next time,

cheers. xx