Chocolate Sprinkle Cookies

Joseph loves cookies and when we were in the US, there were ALWAYS cookies in the jar or frozen in the freezer. He LOVES cookies. So we get here and the closest thing they have to cookies are shortbread cookies. not his favorite. Oh, I need to give you some background to my kitchen. I have a sink, microwave, under-the-desk-size fridge, and a slanted-top clothes washer in my kitchen. No oven, no stove, NO counterspace. My kitchen would fit in the handicap stall of a bathroom. So back to cookies. I decide yesterday that I am going to try to make Amercian cookies for my husband, right. Before I came down to Rio, Joseph had bought the essentials: butter, bread, sugar, oats, milk, eggs, vanilla, etc. For cookies though, I am missing some ingredients. So I go to the store, find something that looks like brown sugar (of course I can't read portuguese), and try desparately to find baking soda. Still to this day, I have no idea if Brazil has it. They have baking powder I found out, but I still haven't found the soda. When I get home, I pull out my faithful chocolate chip cookie recipe. Oh, I forgot to mention - I can't find chocolate chips here either, so I bought chocolate sprinkles.

I am making everything, mixing this, poring that, etc... When I get to the flour, I don't have any so I grind up the oats to flour (Joseph hates oatmeal cookies because of the texture, so I blend the oats to trick him) and pour it in the mixture. The dough isn't cookie dough style, it is more like brownie batter. Oh well, it could be because of the oat flour, lack of baking soda, butter from a tub instead of a cube, or the brown sugar that tastes more like molasses than sugar. It could be alot of things...

But anyway, remember that I don't have an oven? Well, I have a microwave. I put a scoop of not-so-stiff of cookie dough on a plate for 1 minute 30 seconds. It cooked great! So I ate that one (it was a trial one before he got home from work). When he got home, I made one for him except on the last few seconds of the baking time I heard an explosion! Yep, the glass dish blew up! It was hilarious!

For the life of me I can't figure that one out. But my baking in brazil is a huge experiement, and my poor husband has to be the guinea pig. We got another dish, and made a real cookie - well it was more like a chocolate sprinkle molasses flat cake rather than a cookie. But hey, at least it wasn't a hard shortbread one, right?