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With the refrigerator at home finally in working order. I just had to make one of my favorite comfort recipes. Plus, the roommates can't seem to get enough of them!
“Hah,” Ryker sighed as he closed the door behind him. It had been another long day of work. He pinched the bridge of his snout as he sloughed off his bag and trudged toward the kitchen.
Unlike the one at work, Ryker’s home kitchen was quiet. It sat calmly while the wolf hybrid pondered what to make. The clean, charcoal countertops waited expectantly atop black cabinetry.
After a minute of standing around aimless, Ryker pulled a small unmarked binder off the shelf of cookbooks and began flipping through its well-worn pages until he came across one that interested him. The ink had faded with age, the paper was stained from use, and rough, handwritten notes were etched into every square inch of available space.
He smiled at the well-worn recipe. As he held the paper close, the fragrant echo of butter and sugar filled his mind as childhood memories flooded his thoughts. The wolf’s smile broadened. Whenever someone made these cookies, he knew he was home.
Over the years the recipe itself had changed slightly with Ryker’s tastes. What once was a simple, often overbaked, oatmeal chocolate chip cookie had now become a bittersweet granola dark chocolate chip cookie.
LUNCHBOX COOKIES Granola Chocolate Chip Cookies[/color]
3 CUPS - - - - - OATMEAL Granola[/color]
2 ¾ CUPS - - - - - A.P. FLOUR
1 TSP - - - - - BAKING SODA
1 TSP - - - - - BAKING POWDER
1 TSP - - - - - SALT
->1 TBLS Espresso Powder[/color]
1 CUP - - - - - UNSALTED BUTTER
3/4 CUP - - - - - BROWN SUGAR
3/4 CUP - - - - - GRANULATED SUGAR
1 TSP - - - - - LEMON JUICE
1 TBLS - - - - - VANILLA EXTRACT
2 - - - - - EGGS
12 oz. - - - - - CHOCOLATE CHIPS Dark Chocolate
With practiced hands, Ryker made a batch of simple granola, little more than oats tossed in syrup and oil before getting roasted at a low temperature. Fancy granola was expensive, but oats certainly weren’t.
With a fresh batch of warm granola, Ryker began to prepare his cookie dough. In a medium bowl he whisked together his FLOUR, BAKING SODA, BAKING POWDER, SALT, and ESPRESSO POWDER before setting it aside.
In a larger bowl, he beat together the BUTTER, BROWN SUGAR, GRANULATED SUGAR, LEMON JUICE, and VANILLA EXTRACT until a smooth and creamy butter had formed. Not long after he cracked the first of his EGGS and beat them into the forming dough one at a time.
To avoid a dust cloud of flour, Ryker mixed in half of the FLOUR MIXTURE, incorporating it into the BUTTER MIXTURE thoroughly before adding the second half.
Afterwards, Ryker added his chocolate and granola, folding them into the dough with a rubber spatula.
With his dough complete, Ryker checked to make sure the oven was set to 350˚F before lining a pair of baking sheets with parchment paper and portioning out a series of 1 ½ tablespoon balls onto the trays.
After about 12 minutes of baking, the cookies were done, filling the house with the sweet smell of homemade comfort. Once the last batch had come out of the oven, Ryker had made nearly four dozen cookies, still warm and soft from their time in the oven.
He sniffed the latest batch, savoring the aroma before plucking a cookie from the cooling rack and biting into it. It was crunchy along the edge with a delightfully chewy center. The bittersweet chocolate oozed out from between large patches of cookie, a perfect balance of dough to chocolate in his humble opinion.
Thanks to the espresso powder, the cookie wasn’t too sweet, instead carrying a mildly bitter tone underneath the sugar.
Ryker was so lost in the fruits of his labor that he nearly missed the sound of the front door closing behind the house’s other occupant.
“Smells like someone made their favorite cookies!”
Ryker swallowed, finishing off the cookie in his paws before turning to greet Finn. “Just wanted something comforting after work today.”
“I get what you mean!” He laughed, plucking a cookie for himself from the cooling rack. “Work has been crazy this summer, and, with the way things have been lately, it feels like just existing drains every last drop of motivation I have left.” He bit into the cookie. “Mm! I know I’m the one who usually does the cooking, but I can never quite top your special recipes! Are you sure you don’t want to work with me at the bakery? I know it's been hard for you at the pub recently.”
“I-It’s fine. I’m learning a lot there.” Ryker forced a smile onto his face. “They need me to keep the kitchen running smoothly anyway. If I just up and leave, they’ll fall apart without me.”
Finn sighed, resting a paw on Ryker’s shoulder. “I know. It just bugs me how they treat you sometimes. Your not just some hyper-efficient kitchen machine like the ones at all the fast food joints around the globe. You’re a person. And if they know what’s good for them, they’ll start treating you like one.” He smiled before leaning in, planting a kiss on Ryker’s cheek. “I’m going to get cleaned up. Don’t scarf down all those cookies without me!”
“Ryker smiled, “I won’t, love!”
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This recipe was developed at a high altitude, so those who bake this cookie might encounter odd changes at higher and lower elevations. Likely, you'll need to reduce flour or increase your leaveners at lower altitudes. This recipe also makes a lot of cookies (assuming they are portioned at 1.5 TBLS of dough per cookie), about 3 1/2 dozen (give or take).
Ryker's Comfort
Granola Dark Chocolate Chip Cookies
Written by: Ryker-Wolf
[/b][/color]“Hah,” Ryker sighed as he closed the door behind him. It had been another long day of work. He pinched the bridge of his snout as he sloughed off his bag and trudged toward the kitchen.
Unlike the one at work, Ryker’s home kitchen was quiet. It sat calmly while the wolf hybrid pondered what to make. The clean, charcoal countertops waited expectantly atop black cabinetry.
After a minute of standing around aimless, Ryker pulled a small unmarked binder off the shelf of cookbooks and began flipping through its well-worn pages until he came across one that interested him. The ink had faded with age, the paper was stained from use, and rough, handwritten notes were etched into every square inch of available space.
He smiled at the well-worn recipe. As he held the paper close, the fragrant echo of butter and sugar filled his mind as childhood memories flooded his thoughts. The wolf’s smile broadened. Whenever someone made these cookies, he knew he was home.
Over the years the recipe itself had changed slightly with Ryker’s tastes. What once was a simple, often overbaked, oatmeal chocolate chip cookie had now become a bittersweet granola dark chocolate chip cookie.
3 CUPS - - - - - OATMEAL Granola[/color]
2 ¾ CUPS - - - - - A.P. FLOUR
1 TSP - - - - - BAKING SODA
1 TSP - - - - - BAKING POWDER
1 TSP - - - - - SALT
->1 TBLS Espresso Powder[/color]
1 CUP - - - - - UNSALTED BUTTER
3/4 CUP - - - - - BROWN SUGAR
3/4 CUP - - - - - GRANULATED SUGAR
1 TSP - - - - - LEMON JUICE
1 TBLS - - - - - VANILLA EXTRACT
2 - - - - - EGGS
12 oz. - - - - - CHOCOLATE CHIPS Dark Chocolate
With practiced hands, Ryker made a batch of simple granola, little more than oats tossed in syrup and oil before getting roasted at a low temperature. Fancy granola was expensive, but oats certainly weren’t.
With a fresh batch of warm granola, Ryker began to prepare his cookie dough. In a medium bowl he whisked together his FLOUR, BAKING SODA, BAKING POWDER, SALT, and ESPRESSO POWDER before setting it aside.
In a larger bowl, he beat together the BUTTER, BROWN SUGAR, GRANULATED SUGAR, LEMON JUICE, and VANILLA EXTRACT until a smooth and creamy butter had formed. Not long after he cracked the first of his EGGS and beat them into the forming dough one at a time.
To avoid a dust cloud of flour, Ryker mixed in half of the FLOUR MIXTURE, incorporating it into the BUTTER MIXTURE thoroughly before adding the second half.
Afterwards, Ryker added his chocolate and granola, folding them into the dough with a rubber spatula.
With his dough complete, Ryker checked to make sure the oven was set to 350˚F before lining a pair of baking sheets with parchment paper and portioning out a series of 1 ½ tablespoon balls onto the trays.
After about 12 minutes of baking, the cookies were done, filling the house with the sweet smell of homemade comfort. Once the last batch had come out of the oven, Ryker had made nearly four dozen cookies, still warm and soft from their time in the oven.
He sniffed the latest batch, savoring the aroma before plucking a cookie from the cooling rack and biting into it. It was crunchy along the edge with a delightfully chewy center. The bittersweet chocolate oozed out from between large patches of cookie, a perfect balance of dough to chocolate in his humble opinion.
Thanks to the espresso powder, the cookie wasn’t too sweet, instead carrying a mildly bitter tone underneath the sugar.
Ryker was so lost in the fruits of his labor that he nearly missed the sound of the front door closing behind the house’s other occupant.
“Smells like someone made their favorite cookies!”
Ryker swallowed, finishing off the cookie in his paws before turning to greet Finn. “Just wanted something comforting after work today.”
“I get what you mean!” He laughed, plucking a cookie for himself from the cooling rack. “Work has been crazy this summer, and, with the way things have been lately, it feels like just existing drains every last drop of motivation I have left.” He bit into the cookie. “Mm! I know I’m the one who usually does the cooking, but I can never quite top your special recipes! Are you sure you don’t want to work with me at the bakery? I know it's been hard for you at the pub recently.”
“I-It’s fine. I’m learning a lot there.” Ryker forced a smile onto his face. “They need me to keep the kitchen running smoothly anyway. If I just up and leave, they’ll fall apart without me.”
Finn sighed, resting a paw on Ryker’s shoulder. “I know. It just bugs me how they treat you sometimes. Your not just some hyper-efficient kitchen machine like the ones at all the fast food joints around the globe. You’re a person. And if they know what’s good for them, they’ll start treating you like one.” He smiled before leaning in, planting a kiss on Ryker’s cheek. “I’m going to get cleaned up. Don’t scarf down all those cookies without me!”
“Ryker smiled, “I won’t, love!”
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This recipe was developed at a high altitude, so those who bake this cookie might encounter odd changes at higher and lower elevations. Likely, you'll need to reduce flour or increase your leaveners at lower altitudes. This recipe also makes a lot of cookies (assuming they are portioned at 1.5 TBLS of dough per cookie), about 3 1/2 dozen (give or take).
Category Food / Recipes / All
Species Hybrid Species
Size 1919 x 1920px
File Size 947.8 kB
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