When I was in high school, I took a gourmet foods class. By then I knew how to cook, and I could cook a decent meal. I definitely learned some things, don't get me wrong. But what the teacher said during one lesson was pretty interesting. Cooking was nothing more than a controlled burning of your food.
I was reminded of this yesterday when we had a snow/ice day and I got the bug to bake something warm and comforting. Girl C helped me make some milk chocolate chip cookies. She was very helpful and interested until I have her the beater from my KitchenAid mixer and her attention was quickly turned to licking the cookie dough off the paddle (not that I blame her). I decided to put the extra rack in my oven and bake 3 pans of cookies at once. Papa B is astonishingly cheap (which is totally fodder for scads of posts for the future), so to avoid a lecture on running the full size oven for one tray of cookies, I tossed them all in at once. I set the three pans in the oven, set the time for 10 minutes and waited. After the allotted time, I had a pan of well-done cookies, medium cookies, and rare cookies. It just amused me that I had controlled the burn to make everyone happy. Crispy ones, soft ones, and gooey ones.
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