So I started out with an excellent recipe - my co-worker's brother's recipe - the results of which I've tried before and loved. And it's chocolate chip frickin' cookies, man. I mean, how can you screw that up? Well, I'll tell you.
|But not really.|
My second batch turned out a lot better, actually. I switched from cookie sheets to a baking stone, and kept an eye on them, making sure to take them out when they looked almost done. Those ones I had no problem with.
The third batch got the same baking stone treatment as the second, but two seconds into the baking process my brother called, and I forgot all about the cookies. Result: ummm... a batch more suitable for people who enjoy a real crunchy cookie.
|Hard. As. A Rock.|
So all in all, I ended up with a total of five awesome cookies and twenty hockey pucks that I'm going to feed to the squirrels (or my co-workers).
Moral of the story: I have to either a) work on my attention-deficit disorder, or b) get a kitchen timer.