I just moved into a new apartment this week. We don’t have any furniture yet but we are fully-outfitted for cookies. The last ingredient we needed, baking soda, I picked up on my way home tonight. I watched some videos online, cleaned up my room (no furniture, folded clothes into piles on the floor), brushed my teeth and prepared to make my first half batch of cookies, to be delivered in the morning. I hurt a friend’s feelings with an impolitic remark and decided to make cookies with a half cup of unroasted cacao nibs and a half cup of semisweet chocolate chips because she’s likes to snack on my raw cacao beans (but I need a little more sweetness to enjoy my cookies). Earlier this evening, I noticed there was no cold water coming from the kitchen tap, probably a very bad thing but I ignored it and cleaned my grapes ($0.88/lb!) under the bathroom faucet. Now, as I went to put the pan in the oven, I discovered it cool despite having set it to preheat at 350. I tried to light a burner on the stove but nothing. The pilot must be out (which doesn’t explain the water). My roommates and landlady are away for the long weekend; it is too late for me to deal with it alone. I put the dough in the fridge and I hope there will be water, fire and cookies in the morning. Otherwise, I’ll be looking for a friendly oven. In any case, I’ll have to be more mindful of what I say — my apologies.
