Doughy Cookies Are Never Enough by Amira Mazzawy
I’ve baked a million times,
Probably burnt a few on my first try.
But I’m older now, I should know better
How cookies are made.
375°, 10 minutes, just slightly brown
Around the edges, a perfect cookie
To fit my reputation and skills.
Today, though, I wanted bigger ones.
Not thinking too much, I take
The ice-cream scoop, making size
Of Texas mounds of dough. Granted,
I should have changed the temperature,
Lengthened the time, remembered my
Reputation.
Yet none of these things were done.
Instead, the cookies became large,
But were undercooked. I put one in my
Mouth, squish the dough, feel my error.
These aren’t the best. They’re 2nd
Place… Never Enough.
I sob over the cookie sheet, my
Reputation soft and undone.