Twenty-four hours after I'd "finished" the cookies and turned the oven off.
I'm blank on what I did, or how this happened. They're not burned, so I must have put the last balls of dough on the sheet, slid them in the oven...and then turned the oven off. Why I would do this is beyond me. If fact, when I first found them, I thought, "who's been baking cookies?" Because, it was a day later.
I pulled out some cookies from the batch I baked the day before and laid them next to this unbaked - I think, just dried out - batch.
The normal ones look too dark in comparison.
The oven-dried ones were very crispy, and we ate them anyway, because no cookie goes to waste in this household. We decided we prefer baked cookies over oven-dried, in case you were considering this method in your own oven.
I can't figure out what I was thinking when I did this. I must have been side-tracked by some of the odd little produce we've been getting from our garden.
This little guy is a double baby carrot. He looks like a jester cap.
This is the rest of his family.
The two in the middle look like they're pulling their knees up to stretch out their backs. If they weren't so top heavy, I think they'd sit up on the counter ledge.
In non-oddball food news, we have tomatoes!
And a new baby butternut squash!
I'm not showing pictures of him, because I want to protect him. The last batch of squash were eaten by a pickleworm (from here on called, "he who will not be named.") I don't want to jinx it.
In sweet-tooth news, we've been enjoying the efforts of our daughter, who took a cake decorating class in May.
The only downside to having these delectable homework projects around was that the required icing for class was made with shortening, instead of butter. It had to be dry as well, to hold up to all the piping. It looked beautiful, but wasn't tasty.
So when we ate a cupcake, we scraped the icing into the trash first.
The Food Channel would be appalled by what goes on in the Ballpark kitchen.