I love the smell of freshly baked cookies. I am, however, baking challenged it seems. I try to blame it on the oven - admittedly, we have had some temperamental ovens in the past - but I must step up and take responsibility for human error. When I had my girls, I thought to myself 'oh, I can't wait to make cookies with them!' - what a great memory to create. Well, soon reality reminded me that I am not much of a baker. I love to cook and I can make a great breakfast/lunch/dinner but ask me to bake a cake, cookies, etc. and you are just asking for something to burn. This afternoon is cold, dreary, rainy, or in one simple word - Michigan. So I thought that Em and I could make cookies to make the house feel warm and yummy smelling. Smartly, I had purchased the pre-made cookies that are basically idiot proof - a freakin' monkey could break off the little blocks of dough and slap them on a cookie sheet. Well, I have managed to burn them before - but today was different! They came out looking like cookies - I was shocked and amazed. I am proud of myself for not igniting the little buggers and having to scrape hockey pucks off of the cookie sheet into the garbage as I grumble at myself for once again screwing up such a simple task. Martha Stewart would be appalled.
