Adventures at the Orange Door Inn: Boy Cookies

I have a term for cookies that guys make. I call them "boy cookies", because, well, they taste like a boy made them. Not that that's necessarily a horrible thing, but they really do taste... different. You know what I'm talking about. They're a little to a lot drier. A little to a lot denser. They're a little to a lot just not as good.

I've been bugging Wayne to try his hand at boy cookies for some time now, you know, just for kicks. I wanted to see what makes boy cookies boy cookies, if it's the same recipe used by everyone else. (Wayne says it's so I can watch and laugh at him, which is also partially true). Up until this point, Wayne just hasn't had the desire to help me figure out the nuances of the boy cookie (or to be laughed at mockingly by me), but one fateful day, I made a bet with Wayne, which he lost, and guess what? It's boy cookie time!

So we manned our respective stations--Wayne behind the mixer, and me, perched at the kitchen counter, kicking my legs in eager anticipation for the show ahead of me. I giggled when Wayne clumsily cracked the eggs and proceeded to SHAKE out the egg whites, as one shakes out the last bits of cereal from its box. I literally guffawed when Wayne separated the egg yolk and then didn't know where to put it, and so set it gingerly back in its shell, tried to balance it on the counter, then resorted to a plate (a little prep bowl, perhaps?). And then I snickered when Wayne proceeded to sprinkle in each ingredient, instead of just dumping it in to the mixing bowl... With the Olympics on in the background, I cheered on the US Men's 4x100m swimming relay... I watched Grevers explode to the front with his backstroke and then Japan creep into the lead after the breaststroke leg... looked over, and Wayne was sprinkling.... Phelps caught up! Adrian stretches the lead!, still sprinkling... US wins gold!, sprinkling... post-race interview, Phelps earns his 18th career gold medal!, sprinkling. And sprinkling... and sprinkling.

But at the end of the night, Wayne was the one who had the last laugh, because his cookies were AMAZING! They were crispy on the outside and chewy throughout, and they were humongous! "Man cookies", Wayne calls them. And I have to admit that these boy--er, man cookies were better than many girl cookies I've had. So I happily eat my words, along with a mouthful of cookie goodness.

Good job, Sweetheart! So proud of you!