Okay this is what my sis and I did last week…
The before:
And…the after:
Haha diao face ;D
Yup so these were our milo doggie cookies! Milo – one of my ultimate favourite drinks. I have to have a cup practically every day.
But unfortunately the cookies didn’t turn out very well other than appearance wise, I think mainly due to a lack of conscientiousness on my part. In the midst of adding in the flour to the butter mixture, I noted that the dough was becoming really dry and wondered how we were gonna shape the cookies from that. And so I hastily decided to add in water, and an indiscriminate amount, I should add. Of course I thought it wasn’t alot…until the mixing went on and the texture still looked unmistakably watery, to my horror. And so there we were, rolling out semi-liquid dough in our hands, hoping for the best but expecting the worst to happen.
The cookies turned out to be rather tasteless, due to the absence of sugar from the recipe I guess. They had a rather buttery feel and thankfully the addition of more chocolate chips than was stated in the recipe managed to salvage some of the lack of sweetness. The koko crunch ears turned soft on the next day though 
And now there are still some remaining doggies with lots of stranded koko crunch in the container haha.
I’m sure the saying that baking can be therapeutic is something which most have heard of before. It applies to me as well…it isn’t just the end result which soothes the spirit and induces a sense of satisfaction and relief…but the process contributes equally, if not more, to this effect. Of course in the midst of all the mixing and stirring and pouring and kneading it will get frustrating when the desired effect according to the recipe isn’t achieved…but at that point of time it helps to know that all is not lost; something may still be done to remedy the situation, if not at least to act as an emollient to the likely adverse outcome. On top of that it still helps to know that baking is a continuous learning process – this setback would provide an important lesson for the next attempt.
And so here I am feeling emo (about results, no less) and trying to suppress this huge impulsive urge to bake because the kitchen table is just saturated with snacks and my sister’s recent onslaught of baking conquests (and failures). I need to feel happy! I’m so restless and yet I’m not doing anything about it save for ranting about personal things when this is meant to be a food blog. Hurrah ):
