This is it. The last week of the Cookie Thursday is a Thing extravaganza.
I’ve gone through some CTIAT is a thing background details. I’ve gone through some of CTIAT secrets. And I made 5 weeks of the department’s favorite cookies of the past 10 years.
There was one of the original cookies with the Twix cookie.
There was the original experiment cookie- the Jalapeno chocolate chip cookie.
There was the second favorite cookie- the pepper jelly cheddar thumbprint.
There was the crust cookie and the story of how CTIAT got its name.
Today’s cookie was a sourdough chocolate chip cookie.
I’ve done this in the past. Heck, I’ve done all of these cookies before. What earns it a spot on the list is the interplay of how the sourdough changes the cookie consistency.
The cookie is crisp but still chewy.
Alchemy!
That means magic!
Last time the addition of sourdough waste added a different texture to the cookie. As it did today.
What I did differently was that I left the dough at room temperature so that it could ferment. I left it for 6 hours before baking, covered of course. This definitely changed the consistency of the dough, giving it a fluffy appearance. Some might say that cookie dough is already fluffy. It is the only way I can describe it.
Tomayto-tomahto.
Spoiler, I had a cookie for breakfast.
Now for the final secret of CTIAT.
I began CTIAT as a morale project for the evening shift of the operating room. This is still how I advertise and talk about it. I freely give out any recipe when asked. I genuinely think that weekly cookies, no matter the time elapsed, has an impact on morale.
I see it every time I walk into the lounge and its dedicated drawer is open, usually by people interested in the cookies. I hear it when people stop me to tell me their favorite cookies. I see it when I pick up the empty container the next day. There are weeks that people don’t know about the cookies or the OR is too busy. But that is when they need the cookies most.
However, what you might now know is that it has an impact on my morale. I don’t even have to see people enjoying the cookies. It is the act of planning and creation that is important to me.
The weekly date with my kitchen doesn’t hurt.
Dispatches from the Evening Shift 