With Jay out of town, I decided to fill the void in my soul with baking. At least this way he doesn’t have to be my unwilling guinea pig to my experiments. If all goes well, the apartment will still be intact at the end of the week.
This recipe sounded like a good idea. I love condensed milk. I love butter. What could go wrong?
First off, I decided to go fancy and try out ghiradelli milk chocolate chips and found out they don’t melt. It defies my logic. Milk chocolate melts at 120 degrees. Maybe the buttery dough was keeping it in a cozy protective melt proof bubble? I don’t know, but even the exposed chips didn’t melt. FUCK YOU FANCY CHOCOLATE.
I also learned cookie recipes without eggs is what I’d call shortbread. I don’t want shortbread. They turned out to be hard dry pucks of cookies.
Fuck this shit. I wouldn’t even give this to the people at work.