Firstly, here is the original recipe. I would like to add that I would have followed the instructions to the letter except that I didn’t have all the required ingredients at home and I was too preoccupied with a toddler to get them (read: too damn lazy to get in the car and drive out). So here is the modified recipe which still managed to get the thumbs up from my SIL2 and my son:
- 1 cup (250 grams) unsalted butter, room temperature
- 1 1/2 cups (300 grams) granulated white sugar
- 2 large eggs
- 1 1/2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract
- 2 1/4 cups (295 grams) all-purpose flour
- 1 teaspoon baking soda
- 1/2 teaspoon salt
- 1 1/2 cups (270 grams) white chocolate chips
- Cream butter and sugar together.
- Add eggs, one at a time.
- Beat in vanilla.
- Fold in flour, baking soda and salt (sifted together first – I didn’t do this but you should).
- Fold in most of the chocolate chips and leave some behind for your artistic toddler to decorate the cookies with.
- Line baking trays with baking paper or foil (it is better you line them rather than just greasing them because the chocolate chips will melt and stick to the tray and you will have a difficult time getting the cookies off).
- Spoon dollops of cookie batter onto the tray.
- Let your child top the cookies with a choc chip or two.
- Bake in 170 degree oven for 10 minutes.
In retrospect, I would have used less sugar because white chocolate is a lot sweeter than dark or even milk choc chips. Secondly, we converted the brown sugar to white sugar and I don’t think it would have been as sweet with the brown sugar.
The recipe makes a softish, chewy cookie which I quite like. I suppose if you want something more crisp, you can try lowering the temperature and baking the cookies for longer to dry them out a bit. What I don’t suggest is overdoing them like I did and end up with this result (seriously, the pictures make them look better than they really did – they were pitch black from the bottom):
How on earth did this happen? While they were baking, I asked my son what he would like to eat for lunch.
“Pizza!” He yelled back.
So I went to put an order to Pizza Hut on the phone. While I was doing that, I vaguely registered the oven bell ringing that it was time to take the cookies out of the oven, but for some reason it failed to penetrate the conscious part of my brain that would initiated the order to my legs to run to take them out (for which I blame the pregnancy). It wasn’t until I was almost at the end of my order that I smelled the cookies and all but shouted to the Pizza Hut operator, “Will you please hurry the f*** up, my cookies are burning??”
4 years later and Aristotle is now making Chocolate Chip Cookies on his own – well, almost all on his own… I had to help him with the heavy lifting and oven duty.