That poor snowman. One day he’s winter’s mascot, the next he’s the symbol of all things politically correct in the holiday season. Not quite a symbol of Christmas; not quite a symbol of Hanukkah. He’s just a snowman on a cookie! What could be wrong with that?
Well I admit, I myself am guilty of perpetrating the snowman’s unfair situation. When it comes to holiday cookies, I consciously buy the snowman cookies because of their lack of discriminative religious qualities. I decided I wanted to bring some cookies into work in honor of the holidays so I turned to Pillsbury’s Ready-to-Bake Snowmen Cookies (yes I know the link is to the Christmas tree kind, I can’t find the snowman one on the website!)
The directions could not be simpler. Just preheat, place and bake! They tell you. I mean really, how can anyone screw that up? Well…let’s just see what happens.
So I preheat:
And I place:
And I bake:
Did I say bake? I meant overbake.
Let’s rewind for a second: All I want to do is bake some holiday cookies, and knowing my capacity to screw up, I purposely buy the easy bake impossible-to-screw up cookies. I mean, I saw this coming. So I read the instructions and it says bake for 8-10 minutes. Then I notice a timer on the oven and don’t want to risk anything so I set it for 8 minutes. Next, I get a phone call, and I think “Alright, that’s ok, I set the timer. I’ll hear the beep,” and proceed to answer it.
WELL silly old me set the timer for 8 hours instead of 8 minutes and definitely didn’t hear any beep! It wasn’t until the smell of definitely-done cookies started filling up the house that I realized I had been on the phone for 20 minutes. So the result: overbaked cookies.
But worry not, I bought two boxes. So I try again. I place, I bake (this time not leaving the room and literally watching the cookies bake for the whole eight minutes). And they come out like this:
I guess they’re supposed to look that way but it’s possible in my hovering paranoia that I took them out too early. I just can’t get it right, can I? Let’s compare:
Oh well. The two different kinds made for a more unique plating presentation:
And believe me, these don’t compare to the completely burnt ones we wound up with at last year’s holiday party! (Oops, did I forget to mention that?)