Through the Joy of Cooking I have just discovered that it is essentially impossible to make cookies without butter (yes, apparently, according to JoC I could make biscotti--but I don't want biscotti. I want cookie cookies).
Who knew that butter was so essential to a satisfactory, makes-me-happy diet? I should've listened to Julia Child.
I could always try to make cookies without butter. But that reminds me of the time I tried to make a hamburger without meat.
I was about 12 years old, and I thought, Wow, I really want a hamburger.
But we didn't have meat in the house (as was our wont). But I, being, apparently, more determined than I am now, or perhaps just dumber, decided that I'd make a hamburger anyway.
Damn that meat--I don't need it.
It turned out we didn't have hamburger buns either. Not to be stopped, I pulled out two thick slices of rye bread. I spread mustard and ketchup on them, added a tomato, lettuce, and some pickles... and I dug in.
Dug in... to the most disgusting sandwich I have ever eaten.
So who wants a butterless cookie?
