My unforgettable pancake cookies


Posted Thu, Jan 31, 2013

I have always had a thing for baking, even when I was a little girl.

When I was just at the age of three, my mom started to let me help her bake. We would make cookies, cakes, and other things of that matter. When I was a little older we started baking on Saturday nights as a family.

It always amazed me how you could put all these ingredients together, and something so delicious would come out as the end result. I think this and baking with my family, is where I found the love for baking.

When I was 8-years-old, I decided I was old enough to start mixing things together all by myself. Of course I wasn’t allowed to use the oven, so I would make my own concoction of different ingredients without an oven.

On Saturday mornings my dad would stay home with my sister and me, while my mom went to work.
One Saturday I really wanted to make chocolate chip cookies, my dad was asleep, so I figured I could mix them together on my own, and have dad put them in the oven when he woke up.
The first thing I had to do was find a cookbook with a chocolate chip cookie recipe in it, preferably the one mom used.

There were so many cookbooks, and I couldn’t find one I wanted, so I just picked one, it looked good to me.

BIG MISTAKE!I looked inside, and found a chocolate chip cookie recipe.

I went in the kitchen, and just started to make my cookies. I didn’t check to make sure I had all of the ingredients. I was eight though, what did you expect of me?

So as I started mixing a couple of ingredients, I noticed the recipe called for an ingredient called “buttermilk.” I had never heard of buttermilk. I searched through the fridge, pantry, and cabinets for something called “buttermilk.” No such luck. I was a little flustered on what I should do.

It came to my head then, maybe buttermilk is a mixture of butter and milk, so that’s exactly what I put in. I mixed together the butter and milk.

It didn’t occur to me this might be wrong, when a couple of ingredients later it called for butter.

I finally got to the last two ingredients, the flour and the chocolate chips.

At this point my dad had just woken up, and wandered into the kitchen. To his surprise he finds me making my cookies. He wonders what I’m making since my cookies don’t really look like cookies. I explain to him I was making cookies. He kind of laughed, but when I ask him to get the flour for me he helped.

Surprise, surprise, we only have half the amount of flour we need. So we put in the flour, and move on.

Lastly, we it was time to put in the chocolate chips. Guess what? No chocolate chips. So now these are chocolate chip cookies without chocolate chips.

Not only are these cookies without chocolate chips, but the batter is runny and not thick like a cookie’s batter should be.

We heated the oven, and start pouring the batter out onto the cookie sheet. The cookies were looking like pancakes.

Right then, my mom walked in the door. She laughed really hard, but then decided to help us. She continued helping us pour the batter, and she put them in the oven.

After about 10 minutes, we pulled them out of the oven, and yes, they still looked like pancakes. The important thing was, they still tasted like cookies should.

My mom made a rule that day; there was no cooking unless an adult was helping.

We look back to that day, and can never forget what happened, it will always be unforgettable.

About Ashley King

I have lived in Colorado for most of my life, and love living here. I'm a student at Metro working toward my degree in Creative Writing, with a minor in journalism.

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One Response to “My unforgettable pancake cookies”

  1. Keenan McCall Says:

    This reminds me of my misadventures with cooking as a kid. 😛 Love the nostalgia!


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