On the 4th, my brother and sister-in-law are hosting their annual barbecue. As I've done for the past couple years, I volunteered to bring chocolate chip cookies. Yesterday, my afternoon opened up, so I decided to make them then.
The recipe I use is a variation of the Toll House recipe. Besides a couple tweaks to the recipe, I do the pan cookie variation. I have made these cookies for years. I am an expert.
At least, I thought I was an expert.
I mixed the batter. I preheated the oven in convection mode. I lined the cookie sheets with parchment. (I do a double batch, so I need two.) I put the pans in the oven and set the timer for 20 minutes.
Everything was as I normally do it.
At the 20 minute mark, I removed the pans from the oven. The tops were a bit darker than usual, but the cookies usually end up being too underdone in the middle, so this was good. The edges were a bit...well...black, but I could easily cut that part off. I set the pans aside to cool.
I went back to cut up the cookies (using a pizza cutter--the best tool for the job), and that's when I discovered the awful truth.
I picked up a large chunk of soon-to-be cookie bars, and I looked underneath. Black. All black. Completely charcoal.
I think I screamed.
After examining the whole pan, I found that one side wasn't completely black. About a quarter of that pan was salvageable. And the other pan turned out to be okay. It was dark, but not black. I would say that that pan was on the over side of done, but edible.
It's a good thing that some of them turned out, because I was not about to make another batch. I have time. I just don't know if I want to go through that heartbreak again. And I'm not in the mood to make another trip to the grocery store.