After six long weeks of Lent with no cookies (except the ones on my birthday) so on Saturday I decided to bake some cookies.  We didn't have any chocolate chips but we did have unsweetened chocolate so YAY devil cookie time!

I melted the butter and chocolate in a double boiler and while I was waiting for it to cool, Katie called about some estate sales.  I took the melted chocolate off the stove and figured that when I came home a couple of hours later, the chocolate would be nice and cool.

Then Grandma tricked us into going all the way to Orono again.

We didn't get home from the estate sale until 5.

And we had a birthday party to get to by 5:30.

We got home from the party around eleven.

I figured I could mix up the cookies, stick the dough in the fridge and bake them in the morning.  The dough has to be refrigerated for a few hours anyway so it was perfect.

The chocolate/butter mixture had not just cooled down in the intervening ten hours, it had hardened again.

So I remelted it.

I mixed up the milk, eggs and brown sugar while the chocolate melted.  That's when i discovered that we were out of flour.

So I covered the chocolate, put the egg mix in a bowl and stuck it in the fridge. I figured I could get up before church, run up to the store and get flour, mix the cookies, cool them while I went to church and bake them when I got home.

Then we all slept till ten in the morning and had to go to the late mass.  After which, we went out for breakfast.  Finally, at about two in the afternoon, I remelted the chocolate for the third time and mixed up the cookies.

Devil cookies are the most temperamental cookies I bake.  If the eggs aren't' at room temperature, they come out flat.
If the brown sugar is anything but C&H, they come out flat.
If the baking soda is old, they come out flat.
If it's too humid, they come out flat.
If your heart isn't pure and your mind isn't clear, they come out flat.

so I was a bit worried about what was going to happen, making devil cookies with chocolate that had been melted down three times in thirty six hours.

I finally baked them at about nine o'clock Sunday night.

They're perfect.

 

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