On my first day of quarantine I made panic cookies. I’ve made, like, thousands of chocolate chip cookies in my life — they were one of the first things I could throw together without a recipe when I was a teenager. I thought I was doing great that first day, I’d reorganized the entire kitchen and taken an online yoga class and didn’t miss the outside world one bit. But then I was making these cookies and I thought they seemed too buttery so I started adding more flour and then I thought I needed more baking soda to balance the flour, and then just a little more oatmeal because the bin was almost done and I wasn’t measuring anything, I was throwing things in faster and faster, and I knew those cookies would come out terribly long before they sat in tight little balls their whole time in the oven, refusing to spread.
Eat the Panic Cookie
Eat the Panic Cookie
Eat the Panic Cookie
On my first day of quarantine I made panic cookies. I’ve made, like, thousands of chocolate chip cookies in my life — they were one of the first things I could throw together without a recipe when I was a teenager. I thought I was doing great that first day, I’d reorganized the entire kitchen and taken an online yoga class and didn’t miss the outside world one bit. But then I was making these cookies and I thought they seemed too buttery so I started adding more flour and then I thought I needed more baking soda to balance the flour, and then just a little more oatmeal because the bin was almost done and I wasn’t measuring anything, I was throwing things in faster and faster, and I knew those cookies would come out terribly long before they sat in tight little balls their whole time in the oven, refusing to spread.