... I am NOT!!!
But I try. And try.
I decided to "try" to make some cookies
while my husband was napping.
I thought "Heck, he likes cookies....
...I'll make cookies."
So, off to the kitchen I go.
Ah! Yes!
Cookie mix (not from scratch
but "à la Betty Crocker".....
....looks something like this....
"The Mix"
Next I'm thinking I should add some flavoring ...
...hhhhmmmmm....
maybe I'll make a few different batches
and just add some extract for flavor...
I pat myself on the back.
....looks something like this.....
"The Flavors"
I'll do a little vanilla....
a little almond....
a little peppermint....
a little orange....
and for sure a little Amaretto.
My ♥ for Amaretto is a whole other blog!!!!
Anyway, those are the flavors I chose for my cookies.
Yah!!!!
I get my cookie mix and my egg and my butter
(actually, I used margarine).
I get my ingredients in the mixing bowl and use my hands to mix it all up.
"Hey", I think out loud, "this isn't so bad."
I'm smiling and mixing.
And mixing.
And smiling.
And mixing.
What.The.Heck????
I've got a gooey mess going on....
....looks something like this....
"The Mess"
It's stickin' all over the place ....
I.Can't.Get.It.Off.My.Hands.
I'm tugging.
I'm pulling.
I'm waving my hands over the sink.
I'm adding flour and more flour.
I'm beginning to panic.
I plop the goo down on the counter figuring I'd roll it out.
Not.A.Good.Idea.
I don't own a rolling pin
so
I used a bottle of wine.
Cookie dough stuck to that vintage in no time.
Dang!
Now I've got a gooey bottle of wine in my gooey hands.
I scrape up the dough and plop it back in the bowl.
I stare at it
for what seems like forever.
I'm also staring at the bottle of wine.
I shake it off .... bits of cookie dough flying off me.
I mix the dough up some more ...
add more flour ...
and decide that I'm done.
Let's get this on a cookie sheet before my husband wakes up.
Now, be forewarned ....
if you have a quesy stomach I advise you to look away.
.....looks something like this.....
"The Cookies"
Well, they're not totally horrible ...
but they are so not what I was hoping for.
Anyway, my husband gets up from his nap and
finds his way to the kitchen ....
sniffing ....
proclaiming "I smell cookies!"
I had to remind him
that
I am NOT Betty Crocker ...
....looks something like this....
"Not Betty Crocker"
~THE END~
P.S. I won't let this discourage me....
I will bake again!!!!