Also something wasn't quite right with the recipe (or my ingredients) and it took more flour to turn the goo into dough. But I remembered something from helping my mother cook those many years ago that saved me.
"Keep adding flour until the dough pulls away from the bowl."
My apartment also smells really nice right now.
This is noteworthy because this is the first time I've baked cookies.
Also I wonder how transparent my attemps to impress this cute vegan are.