Wow. This could have gone much better.
I was trying to make a summery treat as a last hurrah for my Sweet Treats Club at work and I thought, what’s more summery than some nice chewy s’mores? I mean really. There’s nothing. Except maybe beer. But that would be inappropriate for work I think. At least before noon.
And I saw a bunch of recipes on the internet that incorporated elements of s’moreishness in their makeup but nothing that really screamed, holy smokes, this is the cookie version of my favourite campfire treat. I mean there were cookies with graham cookies embedded in them, with mini marshmallows in the matrix … all sorts of stuff. But the essence of a s’more — to ME — is a graham cookie on either side of a piece of chocolate and a hot roasted marshmallow. Right? So I figured, why not make a chocolate chip cookie, but with enough graham incorporated into it so it would be LIKE a graham cookie (but with chocolate), and then have that form a protective shell around a large gooey internal marshmallow.
What went wrong? Well, everything. I guess there’s a reason I didn’t see anything like this in my searching. The cookie dough recipe I chose was all wrong, for one thing. I picked the recipe on the back of the chocolate chip package (my first mistake) because I’d packed my Joy of Cooking (my second mistake). I replaced half the flour with graham crumbs and I probably shouldn’t have done that, and I used butter when I probably should have used shortening. And before you say it, yes, I chilled the crap out of that dough. Like it spent more time in the fridge than out of it.
So what happened? This. They just melted. At first you could see the marshmallows holding out as the cookie melted into a sad puddle all around them, but then they, too, succumbed, turning into little white puddles of goo. It was very depressing.
So we thought, okay, if the cookie dough is going to go liquid, why don’t we put it in a muffin tin, and have the marshmallow perch on top? Right. Well, the marshmallow came out nice and toasted, which was fine, but the cookie, not so much. Once I pulled them out of the pan it was a huge rotten mess.
So there you have it, folks. For those of you who weren’t around during my floor pizza days (and for those of you who were), I still make a lotta mistakes in the kitchen. And will continue to do so. Mostly because I am really bad at following rules. But that’s what makes it fun, right?