While we were in Washington, D.C. for the TEDMED shebang, we needed someone to take care of Max our Cairn terrier. Our 10 year-old dear friend and neighbor E. offered to do it. He did a great job. I could tell because Max didn't want to stay here--he kept running over there. Excellent!
To thank E. I decided to bake an entire batch of chocolate chip cookies just for him. He could do whatever he wanted with them. The letter below explains what happened.
18 septembre 2014
Dear E.
I
made and wrote out your thank-you card before
I made these cookies for you. I feel that I must write a letter of explanation
because they are absolutely hideous but they taste pretty good.
One
of the reasons I’m giving you the cookies just the way they are is to model for
you that failure is hard, but the important thing is that I tried. I will tell
you that I am a very good cook. Chocolate chip cookies are my specialty. So I
was horrified to see the nuclear meltdown that came out of that oven.
But
here’s the most important thing for you to know: as I was walking to the Migros
Supermarché to buy ingredients, and as I was making the dough, and as I was
making the cookies I was thinking about you and what a wonderful person you are
and how I hope this year is one of your best and how grateful I am that you
like Max and he likes you and that you took such good care of him. I was hoping
that you find your passion and enjoy your life and do well in whatever you
choose to do.
This
is important because it was like saying a little Cooking Prayer of gratitude
and blessings for you—for almost an entire day!
I
would like to blame this cookie disaster on the fact that I couldn’t find real
brown sugar nor could I find chocolate chips but perhaps the real reason is
that I was supposed to write you this letter.
Included
are photos of the different ways I tried to make these cookies right: a
different pan, parchment paper on the pan and a lower temperature. I hope you
are amused. Thanks again.
He thanked me profusely.
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