Last night, after months and months of empty promises to hubby, I…: neeroc

Last night, after months and months of empty promises to hubby, I finally got around to dusting off the stand mixer and whipping up a batch of chocolate chip cookies. In my defense, if he had stopped bringing home the mega boxes of crap cookies earlier, I would have made the cookies earlier, but yesterday his moaning about no dessert finally got to me. Well that and I already had some defrosted butter. One thing I didn't have though was enough chocolate chips. It turns out that a whole summer of eating handfuls of chocolate chips straight from the bag, and sprinkling them on ice cream will seriously deplete your stash. So we had chocolate and peanut butter chip cookies instead. But to make it even weirder, I had stored the peanut butter chips with my mint chips, and there was definite flavour crossover. Chocolate-mint-peanut butter chip cookies are still better than no cookies at all and I would even put it out there that they are better than store bought.

When a recipe claims to make 5 dozen cookies, and you only are able to squeeze out 4.5 doz, even after adding an extra 2/3 cup of flour because the cooks are all liars, where do you think the extra cookies go? Do the vanish into the same place that socks depart in the dryer? Or are they consumed by the same rude non-resident that leaves the empty milk jug in the fridge? I had a good eye on all my pets last night so I'm sure it wasn't them. Actually, I lied. I assumed the turtle was in her aquarium while I was baking, but I didn't actually verify that. If she's learned to climb stairs we could all be in serious trouble.

Good news! Bye-bye old house

Well then.

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