Sunday, April 10, 2011

Baking Cookies

 First, I had to gather all my ingredients which required two trips to the grocery store.  That's right, two.  Cause getting everything the first time just isn't my style.

This would be so much easier with a stand mixer. I think I developed some pretty killer forearm muscles from all the stirring I did.  

I couldn't have done it without the help of my wonderful sous chef.  He was by my side every step of the way.

"Where's the other doxie?" you ask.

She was no help at all.  It's okay though. She's a disaster in the kitchen.

My Mother's Daughter

If I were to write a book on what I have learned from my mother, Chapter One would be titled: "You can never have too much toilet paper."