Well now that I’ve gone jumping off a mountain, I think it’s time for more parental-approved pastimes, like baking. When I’m at home, I love to bake. I like to eat the cookies/cake/cupcake, but baking itself is a good time.
One thing I learned from the pre-departure meeting is that they don’t have chocolate chip cookies in France. Chocolate chip cookies are a staple around my house (you’d be surprised how many friends you make when you have cookies), so I knew I had to make them in France. My family here eats really really well, but when I showed them the bag of tollhouse chips that I had brought with me, they (the son especially) were thrilled. I thought I would do it on the first or second day I was here, but stuff piled on, and there were people to meet, hikes to take, and homework to do, so I didn’t get around to it until now.
I’ve done a bit of cooking before this. My host mom went to Lyon for a week and left me and Paul (15) and Olivier (22, another student at a French university) here alone. I decided that I would step up and make dinner. I was super nervous, because cooking for people is nerve wracking, but cooking for French people is a whole different ball game. I decided to make a family favorite: spaghetti pie. It’s basically just pasta with sauce and ricotta cooked into a pie shape. My family likes to make it at home, so I figured why not here? It went over surprisingly well, but then I realized that I was feeding two boys cheese and pasta and there was no way that it would be anything but a success.
I also made zucchini bread for the family about a week ago. Zucchini (courgette) here are super cheap, so I thought I’d give it a whirl. I had my mom send me the recipe, but I didn’t follow it to the letter, instead just adding things until the batter tasted right. My family took it with them to a friend’s party, so I think it worked out well.
But today was finally cookie day. I had the recipe and I knew what to do. There were a few problems, like the lack of baking soda (they only have baking powder), and the fact that shortening doesn’t exist in France. Instead, I used copious amounts of baking powder and butter for shortening. The biggest issue was that they use grams here, and I’m used to cups. It was an extra step, but I used an internet converter and a food scale to try to get approximately the right amount of everything.
It didn’t mix up as smoothly as it does at home, but it tastes about right. Now, I’m a big proponent of chilling the dough to get a better cookie, so I’m leaving it in the fridge while I go on an overnight hike, though I did make a test batch. Sunday morning, I’ll finish the rest of them and hope for the best!