WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH ME?!?!
I really felt like a crazy person when I pulled the first batch out of the oven. Is someone playing a trick on me or something? It really must be the carpet in the kitchen. It's killing my soul. Rendering me chocolate chip cookie illiterate.
Still, Quinn liked them.
And it certainly didn't stop me from eating cookie after cookie after cookie (in fact, it's almost 4:00 and all I've eaten today is two pieces of toast and lots of cookies. Beach body, here I come!). Afterall, I did have to find the solution. With a little extra flour and some baking powder I got a much more attractive and tasty batch:
But really, what is the matter with me?
Do any of you have any killer recipes I can try slaughtering? What's the secret ingredient that makes a chocolate chip cookie memorable? I need to know. My ego is having a hard time getting over this.
On a completely different note, here's my baby boy Thursday afternoon:
way yummier than any cookie
And here's my (not so baby) boy Thursday night:
We decided after a handful of "She's so cute" remarks that we'd go ahead and give him the buzz. Thankfully, I still smother him with kisses (perhaps even more) from morning till night. After we cut Quinn's hair the first time he almost immeadiately started behaving like a naughty little monster, so I totally associated it with the short hair and didn't see him as my little baby for about a week. It was a tough week. I'm glad that wasn't the case with Max.
Well, the cookies are starting to make my brain feel fuzzy. I need to go plan a vegetable packed dinner so that my entire day isn't a loss.
Peace, love and babies.
p.s. Here's a cookie recipe that NEVER fails me. Make them tonight:
Patient Cookies :)
1 devils food cake mix
1/4 cup of water
2 TBS butter
3/4 cup (or something around there) of white chips.
Mix 'em up. Slap them on an ungreased cookie sheet. Bake at 375 for about 9 minutes. Try not to eat them all.