hola bitchola
It’s almost Thanksgiving again. I feel bad that Glenn has to work again on Thursday, but I am glad that he’ll be home on Saturday and Sunday. I want to make him something really special and yummy to eat… but the last few kitchen experiments have been less than… savory.
We got a KICK ASS Kitchen Aid mixer and I had to try it out… so I was thinking cookies. I don’t know how, but I misread the ingredients and doubled the butter and the cookies ended up being just greasy crust lining the cookie sheet. Ew. So then I got all pissed off, determined to make the f’n cookies. I swear I triple checked all the amounts, but they still turned out crappy. I just can’t make cookies. Cupcakes – no problem. Muffins - makin’ em in my sleep. But for the life of me, I can’t make cookies. Or pancakes, but that’s a story for another day.
Seriously. W.T.F.
Maybe it’s because I don’t add enough love to the recipe.
Maybe it’s because I cook with spite.