Baking cookies always gives me wonderful memories. Of wonderful Saturday afternoons baking cookies from the box (hi, White King), and dunking them into cold, fresh milk. Yum.
When my older sister started baking stuff from scratch, I became her assistant. Measuring things, stirring the batter, or wrapping those baked goods into boxes. That however, wasn’t fodder enough for me to start venturing into baking on my own–until she left to work abroad.
Fast forward to 2014, when I started baking cookies for friends and family. Of course they weren’t perfect–but people gave me helpful hints as to the texture and taste of the cookies. I’ve made a lucky hit with red velvet cookies–a recipe I’ll have to reproduce as I have lost it through the deletion of my old blog. Read More