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Cooking with Ghostie!

Hello everyone and welcome to Cooking with Ghostie! I’m your hostess, Ghostcat, and today we will be making a single chocolate chip cookie!

(This is the first time I’ve tried this, so I’m kinda making it up as I go.)

Here’s what you will need to cook using the patent-pending Ghostcat Method.


No, not the hot plate - the clamp lamp. Also some aluminium foil and a heat-resistant surface. Knowledge of how to extinguish an electrical fire is a plus.

Step 1. Preparing the surface and thawing the dough.


I cut a slice of frozen cookie dough and thawed it a bit, smooshing it flat so it wouldn’t touch the bulb (a standard soft white 60W) and put it on a piece of foil so it wouldn’t stick to the plate. After that, I just put the lamp over the cookie and waited.

five minutes

After five minutes.

ten minutes

After ten minutes. It started getting that yummy fresh-baked cookie smell right around the ten to twelve minute mark.

fifteen minutes

After fifteen minutes. Starting to look very cookie-ish, but not quite done.

twenty minutes

After twenty minutes. Getting very done on top but not quite there.

twenty five minutes with flash

After twenty-five minutes I switched the lamp off and let it sit for about five minutes. Got a bit too done in the center, I think.

next time, grease foil

It stuck. Yay planning!

Final verdict – It was a bit crispy on top and not quite done on the bottom, but it was a cookie and quite good. I think when I do it again (and you know I will) I’ll make a few tweaks to the process. If I I preheated the plate it would probably cook faster and be less likely to have a repeat of the burnt-on-top-raw-on-bottom phenomenon. I’m working on it.


The Royal Treatment

Every little girl wants to be a princess at one time or another.




And don’t start with that “Not me, I was a tomboy” stuff.

I was a tomboy, I played with Tonka trucks in the back yard and dug holes big enough to use as foxholes. If it was socially acceptable, I still would.

Hell YES I would.

I still wanted to be a princess.

Not all the time, but I had my moments where I daydreamed about living in a castle and wearing long gowns studded with precious stones and flounced out the wazoo.

This is what I would wear to go grocery shopping.

I would stroll the battlements of our beautiful stone castle with my handsome husband and his washboard abs and we would pelt the occasional serf with rotten fruit and laugh.

Pictured : modern day England

I assume England still has serfs, right?

I’ve never been there but I have read quite a few romance novels.

There also seems to be a high ratio of handsome young noblemen looking for wives to ravish. All the women’s dresses appear to be made out of colored tissue paper and tear at the drop of a hat and are very badly fitted.

Their men's clothing seems ... adequate.

I am not alone in this particular dream; women, and a few very special men, dream about becoming princesses and enjoying everything that would come with that. An army of servants to cater to your every whim, the adoration of an entire country. Nothing but pretty dresses and all the imported chocolate you can eat.

This would be a good start.

Brides try to recreate this on their wedding day; they get the gown, the music, the setting, everything as close to that image of perfection they hold in their minds.It never quite does, but you get as close as you can.

And last Friday one former little girl got the real thing.

Not the best in-laws, but I'm sure she'll manage.