If it ain't broke...
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So, I, with a nervous hand, plopped the apple sauce into my banana nut muffin batter, and waited with baited breath to see if my muffins would mutate. They were PERFECT. They even
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I was feeling pretty confident in my mad swapping skills (hehehe!) and today, I decided to venture down another road: Switch the butter in my peanut butter cookies.
Ah, but that's not ALL I did, oh no, no, no. Along with switching the oil in the muffins, I also halved the white flour and replaced it with whole, so I thought I would do the same with the cookies. I replaced the following:
Flour: Wheat flour
Butter: Apple sauce
Brown Sugar: Honey
The batter fizzed a little, like it was evolving or something...the primordial goo of cookies perhaps...? I tasted the super sticky batter, and it was alright, except for the overly honey taste. But I thought I could live with that.
I popped them in the oven, and waited...DING!
I opened the oven to see these big peanut butter puff balls. This has happened before with my cookies, but they just needed a minute to deflate a little, so I wasn't worried. They didn't deflate.
I lifted them from the pan and noticed right away how heavy they were...No matter, it was okay...the cookies stayed puffed up, and looked like little bricks. I smashed them down with the pancake turner, and they sprang back up and started barking.
At this point I knew something had gone terribly wrong...
I tentatively picked up a cookie, broke it in half and, cringing a little, took a bite.
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I instantly threw the rest of the cookies into the sink and threw the rest of the batter down the drain.
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Y U C K
They were NASTY.
NO JOKE, NASTY NASTY NASTY.
Joshua came in a few minutes later, and asked for a cookie.
"Josh, they are GROSS. And I am not kidding this time! G R O S S!"
"No, that's okay," he said, pulling a cookie
"They're good!" He said, grabbing another and running outside.
I walked to the sink, picked up a semi-soggy cookie and took a little bite, just in case my taste buds had been mistaken. Nope. They were right the first time, and the cookie's time in the sink hadn't improved it.
So, I currently have REAL peanut butter cookie dough in the fridge firming up...I think I deserve it.
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