When it comes to baking, like in an actual kitchen, I don't pretend to channel my inner Martha Stewart (Chelsea Handler maybe. Does she bake?)
Anyway, I was trying to find something new to do with my kids on a cold, windy day. And believe me, there is no baking happening in this house unless grandma comes to visit. Obviously.
I found a recipe online (thank you "jane1645") and followed it exactly.
And this is the result.
WTF ??!!
It looks like globs of cellulite on a baking sheet.
Seriously. Where did I go wrong?! Is this like a metaphor for my life? I've got all the right ingredients, but I just don't know how to mix them together correctly?!
Great. Now I've just made cookie-baking a completely depressing experience.
Oh hunny, I've been there....actually, I am still there. I no longer even try. I have grandma too and plenty of supermom's around me that I no longer compete with and just let them do their thing that they are blessed with and I'm not. Costco and Pillsbury work just wonderfully for me.
ReplyDeleteblessings,
brittany @ myabcsoup.blogspot.com