I accidentally invented a new kind of cookie!
Also, I failed to bake scones.
It’s humbling to confess this, since I was using a boxed mix and the instructions were simple. The only thing I had to do was add water.
Alllllll I had to do was add half a cup of water and I would have ended up with sticky dough and perfect scones. I know, because I’ve used the mix before.
So how did I manage to get it wrong?
There’s really no excuse, although I’d like to blame the piercing bleep of my smoke alarm, which tends to go off anytime my oven heats past 350˚ (#tinykitchen #manhattanliving).
At any rate, I added a full cup of water instead of half a cup, which left me with batter instead of dough. I knew the consistency was wrong, but I hadn’t yet figured out why.
This did not stop me from spooning it onto a cookie sheet and hoping for the best.
And you know what? I ended up with the best!
No, my scones did not turn out to be scones. They became something else altogether: a light, cake-like texture, not too sweet, and full of tiny chocolate chips. Not quite a cookie, but certainly edible. Delicious, even.
So I changed my plans. Instead of bringing them to an early morning meeting as a breakfast treat, I took them to an afternoon meeting. I explained what they were (“Sort of like a scone, but a cookie, except kind of like cake?”) and someone asked if I’d made them this way on purpose.
It was a golden opportunity to say “yep!” If I did, I would seem creative and put together. So of course what came out of my mouth was “nope!”
Maybe I should have hid my mistake, but that’s never been a strength of mine. Fortunately it didn’t matter: People found my candor amusing, and they promptly consumed all the “scookies,” as they were affectionately termed.
This #thankyouthursday, I am grateful for the assurance that mistakes can sometimes be tasty, and that they often lead to useful discoveries.
Next time, I might even make “scookies” intentionally.
Love > fear,
