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Cakes & Cackles
Episode 23 - A Cookie for All Occasions
Air Date: January 16, 2096
Speakers: Marika Cooper, Laura Tannin
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[Podcast Intro music plays throughout.]
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Marika Cooper: Welcome to the show where we talk about how much we love baking and all
the horrendous mishaps that go along with it.
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We invite bakers from around the world to pick their brains for delicious recipes and tell us their funny-in-hindsight but traumatizing-as-hell-at-the-time kitchen adventures.
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I'm your host, Marika Cooper.
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[Intro fades out.]
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Marika: On today's episode, I’m speaking with Laura Tannin, an expert gossip—
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[Laura chuckles.]
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—and pastry maker extraordinaire. So, Laura, tell us your worst baking
disaster that, in hindsight, was pretty darn funny.
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Laura Tannin: My very first baking memory.
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Marika: Really?
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Laura: Uh-huh. I was in the kitchen with my grandpa, and we’re setting up to bake,
uh, cookies. Granny absolutely loved the macaroons he makes, and I begged him to let me help. We’re, uh, we’re pulling the- pulling out bowls and the baking sheet, getting all the, um, the sugar and butter and various ingredients, and I’m...I’m...yeah. I’m feeling pretty confident, my six-year-old self. You know how smart you are at that age.
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Marika: Yup. [chuckles]
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Laura: And, uh, Grandpa tells me that before anything you have to taste the
ingredients to know they’re right. So we taste the sugar, we taste the salt, we taste the baking powder, all that, and he...he shows me how to measure out the sugars. Now, I am a confident, fully six-year-old big girl. I want to measure it out myself, you know?
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Marika: [chuckles] Right.
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Laura: So I go to grab the measure- I reach over and grab the measuring cup but I,
like, slip off the stool. Bam!
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[Laura slams her hand on the table.]
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Knock my teeth—
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​Marika: [gasps] Nooo!
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Laura: —on the edge of the counter, fall down on the floor, and just start crying
because, you know, pain.
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Marika: Uh-huh. [pitying] Oh, man.
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Laura: Next thing I know, there’s a big arm that wraps around my stomach, scoops
me up, and I’m plopped in a chair. Grandpa starts patching me up, gets me calmed down somehow, and hands me an icepack to put on my lip.
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And this whole time, I remember the only thing I could think of was, I hope I didn’t get blood on Granny’s cookies.
[Marika laughs and coos in sympathy.]
A Cookie for All Occasions