K has decided she no longer needs an afternoon nap. Since I still need her to have an afternoon rest, she stays in her room for an hour with books, blocks and her dollhouse. When the hour is up she comes downstairs to spend some quality time with Mommy.
She is quite the rabble rouser with the boys, so I love this sweet one-on-one time with her. Lately we seem to spend the time baking. (Go ahead, anyone who knows me in real life, laugh until your sides hurt.)
To say that I am not a "cook" is a huge understatement. Need proof? As I type this I have a 2.5 inch burn on my forearm from putting a pizza in the oven last week. I had to google how to boil an egg in order to make Easter Eggs for the children last year. I once tried to put out a grease fire with water.
I blame it all on the fact that I caught our kitchen on fire in the 6th grade as I tried to use a double boiler to melt birthday candles into one big candle without putting water in the bottom pan. My punishment was microwave-only cooking for a few months. A few months turned into a few years and here I am.
Yesterday afternoon K requested that we bake cookies. Since I devoured the last of the cookie dough in a moment of weakness, I scoured the web for a recipe for "Easy Chocolate Chip Cookies" that involved ingredients in my pantry. I found one and we excitedly got to work.
I have never made cookies from scratch. I was feeling quite proud of our accomplishment until I noticed the batter was taking on a very brown color. I guess I should not have put ALL the ingredients in the mixer at the same time. The chocolate chips were practically liquified. As I turned the mixer off to salvage what I could K said excitedly, "Oooh. It looks like bar-be-que, Mama!"
Isn't that exactly how you want your cookie batter described?
We proceeded with the recipe and although non-traditional, they were gobbled up just the same. I later found this post and plan to bookmark it in order to redeem myself next time.