Have to show the failures, too, right?
It’s raining off and on here today, the weather is kinda crazy for this time of year anyway, and J-man had the afternoon off and was bored.
Now, my son loves to bake and I love him, so I just feign enthusiasm and reach for the flour and oatmeal. I sigh a deep sigh while entering the zone of doom, trying very hard not to think of all the things I could have done instead.
I really don’t like to bake. Is it too obvious? And here’s why I don’t like to bake: I suck at it.
Even when using a recipe straight from a book (Ultimate chocolate cookie book this time), meticulously following all the steps, those darn cookies just come out all messed up. Heck, I couldn’t bake a decent cookie if my life depended on it. There. I’ve said it.
Now I’ll show you.
Maybe that’s where I went wrong? Never stick to a recipe.
Sigh. Deep sigh.
The flavor is phenomenal, though, so I’m not giving up… gonna tweak this darn recipe and get a decent cookie out of it, if it’s the last thing I do!