This is self-apparent at this point, but this is not the easiest of chocolate chip cookie recipes.
There are some changes you can make. Don't have bread flour and you don't want to buy it? Go ahead and use all-purpose flour, no biggie. Same goes for cake flour? Same answer. What, you don't have chocolate feves? Neither do I. Don't know what they are? Neither do I. And folks, I lived literally around the corner from Jacques Torres, which the article specifically mentions as a source for these feves or whatever they are, and never bought them. Regular chocolate chip morsels have never done me wrong in this recipe.
However, the resting time is pretty important to this recipe, if only to let you see what all the hoopla is about. Of course a yummy cookie will still result without resting time, but the resting time leads to a cookie that will have people kinda looking at you in amazement and saying "Oh my gosh you made these?"
Adapted from New York Times
2 cups minus 2 tablespoons cake flour (I used pastry flour, although I have been known to just use plain ol' all-purpose flour)
1 2/3 cups bread flour (personally I haven't skimped on this ingredient because of some oddly rigid belief that the high gluten really contributes to the final product, but I certainly won't come after you if you use all-purpose flour for the whole recipe)
1 1/4 teaspoons baking soda
1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1 1/2 teaspoons coarse salt
2 1/2 sticks (20 TBS, yeah you read that right) unsalted butter, room temperature
1 1/4 cups light brown sugar
1 cup plus 2 tablespoons granulated sugar
2 large eggs
2 teaspoons natural vanilla extract
1 1/4 pounds bittersweet chocolate disks or fèves (this is a lot of chocolate, more than you know--you will see later what I mean. Also, chocolate chip morsels usually come in 10 or 12 oz bags, so I just use two of them and call it a day.)
Makes 1 bajillion cookies
First, mix the flours, baking soda, baking powder, and salt in a bowl. The original recipe says to sift, but I don't sift. I never sift because I'm lazy and sifting is messy. I whisk the ingredients. It's totally not the same thing but I don't care. Which seems contrary to the fact that I'm spending so long on justifying why I don't sift. Hm.
Wow, a phone camera just doesn't compare, does it. By the way, that little pear crock is my salt crock.
In a large mixing bowl, cream together the butter and both sugars, scraping the bowl a couple of times with a spatula. Add in the eggs one at a time, beating and scraping well after each addition. Also add the vanilla extract.
My butter was a wee bit soft, so yours might look a bit fluffier than this.
Next, mix in the dry ingredients into the butter/sugar/egg mixture in batches. This will seem like you're squeezing an elephant's worth of flour into a mixing bowl. Don't worry, this is par for the recipe.
Then add in your chocolate chips. This will seem like adding another elephant's worth into the mixing bowl. You will give up on using the mixer because it will have started wheezing and whining, and perhaps you will see fumes emanating from the mixer. Take over with a spatula and show that cookie monster who's boss.
Cover batter with plastic wrap and place in refrigerator for at least 24 hours and up to 72 hours.
About 30 minutes before you're ready to start baking the cookies, take out the batter and let soften from the chill. It will make it easier to scoop.
Wait, don't get me wrong. It will still be hard to scoop. And such is life. Did I mention this recipe wasn't easy.
Anyway, preheat oven to 350 degrees.
Line/spray your baking sheets and drop large golf ball-sized mounds of dough onto the sheets (the recipe says 3 oz balls, like I have a kitchen scale or something, psh). Leave a few inches between each mound, about 6 per standard sheet.
Bake for 15-20 minutes, rotating sheets halfway through, until cookies are light golden brown. Let rest on sheets for about 5 minutes before transferring cookies to a cooling rack.
Then, after all that work, you can enjoy! Or, pack up all of them for your husband to bring to his coworkers, belatedly realizing that you got to enjoy only one cookie. One, lonesome cookie.