I spent all day inside. I have a new writing regime that’s working out but basically consists of sitting in my desk chair all day long, so at quarter past twelve Aurora and I went for a midnight constitutional. When we got back our roommate had returned with three guests. Naturally, I broke out the big glass bowl, a stick of butter and the heavy unbendable fork I keep separate for mixing tough dough. They had just returned from an opera and wanted to head straight for bed on the pull-out couch in our living room but not if I had anything to say about it. I mixed and chopped and gabbed their ears off. I told them about my recent cookie “business” ventures (see previous posts). I used white cane sugar, molassses and an egg. We had a little of everything lying around so I threw in semisweet chocolate chips, raisins, walnuts, coconut flakes and raw cacao nibs. The guests waited sullenly for the timer to tick out 14 minutes, but when the bell finally rang they was all smiles and thank yous. As soon as the plate was empty they pulled out the couch and shut the lights so I didn’t cook the second half of the dough. I put in a yogurt container in the fridge, I rarely let dough proof, I’ll let you know how it tastes tomorrow.
