Mark Bittman’s Cookies
The first eight months I lived in New York City I shared a small apartment with two other women I didn’t know. The kitchen was the smallest I’d ever used. We had a fridge, a microwave, and a stove. We did own an oven, too, but it had stopped working for some reason or another and no one cared enough to deal with getting a new one. It was most likely an unlit burner in the back. Simple. We still did nothing. I discovered our oven predicament one weekend when I tried baking a pizza that then took an hour to cook. That sort of tipped me off on that one. One of my roommates tried getting creative and “baking” on the stovetop, generally just ending in a fiasco. I stopped using ovens after that, even after I’d left the apartment for one with working-condition appliances. I suppose when you can’t use something you learn not to use it at all. It’s been almost two years since I moved into that first apartment and this is the first batch of homemade cookies I’ve made since. Pulling them out of the oven, I felt a sudden urge of pride, like I’d conquered the beastly wild and lived to tell.
Recipe: Chocolate chip cookies from Mark Bittman’s How to Cook Everything.