Why did I say, "hey, I'll bake cookies!"
Because I have a bad memory. Maybe even early-onset dementia. That's what I'm thinking anyway.
I get tomorrow night off. Yes, you heard me. I am leaving my children with their Uncalee and pretending like I have a social life for a few hours. Thank goodness for a brother-in-law who takes pity on my poor soul once a year so I can go to Christmas Pokeno!
Ooooh, I just remembered, I have to go finish my ornament. Hang on a minute, will you?
OK. That's done. Wanna see?
Thank heavens for wired ribbon. I can't tie a pretty bow to save my life with regular ribbon.
Our Christmas Pokeno is always a potluck kind of thing and everything had been assigned by the time I found out I could go. So I just offered to make cookies.
Seemed like a good idea. Until I realized that making cookies takes time and I just don't have much to spare. But let's do it anyway, OK?
I measure out my sugar and dump it on the butter.... measure out my flour into another bowl. Add the baking powder. And the baking soda.... where's the baking soda? I used it all up last time I made cookies.
OK, no problem, I have some self-rising flour. Take that baking soda. I don't need you after all. =P
Add eggs. Add vanilla... oh, come on... don't tell me I don't have any vanilla either....
Fine. We'll just pretend I "forgot" to add the vanilla. It's just a flavor thing and not really vital to it actually becoming a cookie, right?
So let's stir it all together.
Flour everywhere. Of course.
I hate cooking. I should volunteer to bring paper plates.
I'm making 2 dozen and putting the rest of the dough away for later. Stupid cookies.