Anyway, I come home with my muesli, preheat the oven, grease a baking sheet, look at the recipe to begin. All the measurements are in ounces. Uh-oh. I'm not used to measuring in ounces, but I have a liquid measuring glass that measured in both ounces and cups (and maybe milliliters, too?), so I used that to get my bearings with the dry ingredient cups. I thought I had it figured out, but halfway through I looked back at the glass. It seems I had doubled the recipe on everything but the butter. "That's alright," I told myself, "just double the rest of the recipe." Unfortunately, I did not have another half cup of butter, so I ended up being about an eighth of a cup short. This fiasco should have served as some foreshadowing for me, but I kept going. After all, I was not about to waste a cup of peanut butter, amongst other ingredients.
I tried to plug along with the rest of the recipe, making sure to double everything from now on. I crunched the muesli cereal to break the flakes when I was measuring it so that they wouldn't look or taste weird later and so there was less air between chunks in order to get a better measurement. I mixed everything for the last time before plopping mounds of it on the baking sheet. I noticed mine looked a little goopier than the picture's, but I put it in the oven anyway. I did not know what to expect, but I certainly was not expecting it to turn out well.
I checked on the first batch after about seven minutes (they are supposed to cook for about fifteen). To my horror, they had all spread out as thin as crepes and the burnt edges were bubbling in protest. I pulled the sheet out and stared at them, wondering what to do. I grabbed a spoon and took a nibble out of the center of one of the "biscuits." The taste was...okay. The texture was not. I carried the sheet to the garbage can and scooped them in there. They wouldn't hurt anyone anymore.
I came back to the biscuits a little later to find the middles had indeed solidified. I scooped them off the sheet and onto a plate, which is when I discovered that the bottoms were much more burnt than I expected: they were completely black. I tasted one. It was better than the failures that came out earlier. They were pretty dense, and felt heavy and full in my stomach. I expect they are called "farmhouse" biscuits because they are really filling so you eat little and go a lot further, thus completing more work on the farm. That, or because every ingredient on the farm gets dumped into this recipe.
My biscuits compared to the book's biscuits (top of page in tin) |
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I am hereby offering to be your official long-distance taste-tester.
No matter how good or bad, I am here to taste your wares.
Because I love to eat.
If you need my address, let me know.
I look forward to my first batch of cookies. :-D
Also, this sounds way cool.
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