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My cousins sent, pre-measured, all the ingredients for chocolate chip cookies as part of our Christmas package. Well, they didn’t send the eggs, so we had to buy those. We hardly ever cook with eggs so buying some was kind of hard. There are so many varieties to choose from here, and such a variance in price that it’s hard to know what you’re getting. Also, they are never refrigerated in the stores; they sit stacked high in plastic cartons of ten. Yeah, that’s 10 and not one dozen. Ten seems more logical than twelve. I mean, where did a "dozen" come from anyway? Who decided that 12 was a better norm than 10? Universally, ten is a much better grouping since we have 10 fingers and 10 toes. The numbers we use as standard denomination for money, measurement, etc., are usually divisible by ten (except for the inches and feet thing - that’s based on 12). Pondering this, I thought about that weird genetic defect resulting in an extra digit that has been known to express itself on some monarchs in Europe (or was it just Britain?). Maybe one of them decided to make 12 the norm? It's fun to blame weird things on monarchs of centuries past. Heh.
Anyway, I got 10 eggs and yesterday we made cookies. And oh man. It was just pure ecstasy dipping that spoon into the dough that first time and biting down on that soft mound of butter, sugar, flour, chocolate, and just fat, fat, fat. I couldn’t help "Mmm-ing" at various octaves and with varying force. It was just so GOOD! Something about all those imported ingredients: They are different than what you get here and the cookies really taste better. We ate a bunch of dough and then ate cookies fresh out of the oven for each pan coming out. My mouth hurt from all the sugar. I was so full all I could do was go lay down in bed and snooze. Serious Sumo diet.
Remind me in the future to always choose to live in a country with a long cultural appreciation for chocolate desserts.
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