Three strikes and I’m out. Wah.
Two in a row now. First, it was my second try at Vanilla Vanilla Cupcakes (I thought self-rising flour was cake flour—apparently, not). So I did the same recipe, this time using the correct flours. I ended up with cupcakes that felt like puto. They looked like cupcakes alright, but when I took a bite out of one of them, it felt wrong. It wasn’t until I finished the cupcake that I realized its texture resembled that of a puto‘s. Dammit.
This morning, I wanted chewy peanut butter cookies. I remember making these from my Mrs. Fields Cookie Book so I whipped out the ingredients and started making the batter. I should’ve probably worried about my batter looking a bit runny and should’ve probably lowered my oven’s temp at this point.
I only put six cookies on each baking sheet because I knew they’d spread out (I usually put twelve on a sheet).
I didn’t think they’d spread out (to the point of some batches becoming one gigantic cookie) that much.
So now, I ended up with crispy-chewy (there’s a crunch on the edge but the cookie itself is chewy—I’m guessing because of the amount of sugar in it) too-thin cookies. Sigh.
I’m scared to bake again because I might mess it up! Ugh. I’ve been wanting to try this recipe for old-fashioned chocolate cupcakes with marshmallow topping all week, but after this, I don’t know. Huhuhu! Have I lost my baking magic?