So everyone has had a kitchen failure that they’ve managed to massage into something edible… or maybe you even stuck the landing and transformed your miserable mess of seized chocolate into some fantastic brownies, or some other miraculous switcheroo.
Not sure if this qualifies as a success, but here’s today’s story of improvisational shape-shifting. A few days ago I decided to try making my own butterscotch chips. Have you noticed how hideous the butterscotch chips from the supermarket have become? Not only do they have a strange chemical smell and taste (yay, “artificial flavors”) but I’ve heard they don’t melt, either. There are premium versions from companies like Guittard, but while the local international market does stock Scharffenberger cocoa (yes, yes, I know they sold out, but I just can’t quit you), they only stock the nasty fake butterscotch chips.
I found an eHow page describing how to make your own butterscotch chips, so I gave it a go. The result was a delicious, but very sludgy and un-chiplike mass of brown goo. Even when refrigerated, it never set up properly… failure!
Of course, I didn’t just throw away all that sugar and cream and white chocolate. I dithered between making ice cream or cookies with it, and finally settled on the cookies (the fact that it’s in the 50s today and I don’t want to turn on the heater yet might have had something to do with that decision). Essentially, I just swapped the mess for the comparable components in a standard batch of Oatmeal Scotchies. I added some dried orange rind for brightness, and they seem OK. Nothing to wax lyrical about, but a nice solid cookie that will dunk in coffee and Ovaltine quite well.
Perhaps foolishly, I haven’t given up on making my own chips yet. Maybe something along these lines…
I’d love to hear about some of your dregs-to-dramatic-success stories. I know I can’t be the only one who refuses to toss out my mistakes!