Growing up, my mother always seemed to bake the most perfect chocolate chip cookies. I used to think her success was genetic, as my grandmother’s chocolate chip cookies were nothing short of life-changing. Oh, how wrong I was when I tried to follow in their culinary footsteps. I absolutely could not bake a decent chocolate chip cookie.
For quite some time, I avoided said cookie at all costs. I knew inevitably they would be terrible. They would either spread over the entire surface of the baking sheet or they would cool on the counter into chocolate chip hockey pucks. Neither option was desirable, to say the least.
No amount of milk could save my cookies.