Yesterday, my 4 year old daughter and I made pumpkin cookies together and had a great time. Today, we decided to do it again and make some for the extended family.
We picked up some ready to bake pumpkin cookie dough and were going to make them together like we did yesterday.
Before we started, she very seriously declared that she was a big girl and wanted to do everything herself. I said sure, and only thing I did to help was to open the package and lay down the parchment sheet.
I gently reminded her of the steps, showed her the picture on the package so she could see what they were supposed to look like, and walked away.
About 10 minutes later, she came to find me.
“Daddy, I’m done!”
“Awesome! Let’s put them in the oven.”
We walked back to the kitchen table and discovered that instead of dividing the dough into individual cookies like we did yesterday, she had created one absolutely gigantic pumpkin cookie.
I looked at it.
She looked at me.
I said, “Okay. Let’s see what happens.”
And I didn't touch it. No dividing it up, no reshaping it, no adjustments. She made her cookie exactly the way she wanted to, and I was proud of her for doing the whole thing herself.
So into the oven went The Cookie.
The package says 14 to 18 minutes, although I'm fairly certain those instructions assume you aren't baking one enormous unified cookie mass. It ended up being a solid 18 minutes.
Either way, a cookie by any other shape is still a cookie.