a damned good chocolate chip cookie
ingredients:
12 oz all purpose flour
1/2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp baking soda
1 tsp kosher salt (not table, that’s all wrong for this)
cinnamon to taste
dash of nutmeg
1 cup light brown sugar
1/4 cup white sugar
1 cup brown butter, softened to room temperature
2 eggs, room temperature
1 cup toasted walnuts
1 cup chopped chocolate
the method (which is BY FAR worth the effort):
first, toast the walnuts and let them cool. how much walnuts? measure with your heart. my heart says one cup. chop them up big and small and set aside. (don't know how to toast walnuts? put them on a baking tray, stick them in the oven at 400F for three minutes. take them out and give them a good toss and put them back in for three more minutes. that's it. keep an eye on them in case your oven runs too hot. nobody wants burned walnuts)
second, chop up some good 60-70% chocolate bars. splurge on guittard or ghiradelli. don't do nestle. fuck nestle. they're bad. i mean, the chocolate tastes fine, but the people behind the company are terrible. so fuck nestle. chop about a cup of hopefully morally superior chocolate into little slivers and big chunks, the variety is good. want more chocolate? do it. (sometimes I’ll also use chocolate discs or chips to vary the final look of the cookie because why not?)
next!
get onto the brown butter. don't know how to do it? watch and learn
okay, got that? cool. brown the butter. let it resolidify before you keep going. sometimes i prep it a day or so in advance.
blend the butter and sugar until that stuff is whipped. turn it pale and fluffy and gorgeous with little brown specks. takes you more than 5 minutes to get there? awesome. makes it even better.
Look at how fluffy!
(if you use melted brown butter at this step, i don't know what will become of you, because i only did that once with messy results. go with god if you choose to make that decision, but i won't take any responsibility for it. also, having a stand mixer would help here, but handheld won't hurt you)
is it fluffy and beautiful? excellent.
add the two eggs one at a time, whip it really well. great, that part is done.
dry ingredients:
whisk them together. that’s pretty much it.
the dough:
add the dry ingredients to the wet. in two or three separate batches, mixing slowly, that's a good approach.
add your mix ins. i hope you toasted the walnuts. infinitely better that way. my apologies to those with nut allergies.
once it barely comes together (even if it's a little crumbly), stop.
the next important bit, the really, really important bit, is:
rest.
the.
dough.
some will say for an hour in the fridge, i say overnight. at least 6-8 hours. i've eaten stuff just after mixing the dough or waiting the single hour and it's just not the same.
(little tip: i smush the dough into a quarter sheet baking tray and wrap it with plastic before putting it in the fridge; this step takes care of the crumbly bits and then i just cut it into little squares when i'm ready to bake. round off the squares between your palms and it comes out pretty well)
(Like this!)
bake at 350F for 14-16 minutes, depending on your preference of doneness
there you have it. the best chocolate chip (walnut) cookies i've ever made.
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