We've got cookies



Okay, so I'm a stay-at-home dad, raising three boys while my wife works. No problem. That means I also have to cook all our meals, keep everybody fed, all that kind of stuff. Again, no problem.

Sometimes, however, there are calls or times when fresh-baked cookies or brownies are called for. Well, big, big problem. See, I've never been able to bake. Ever. Whenever I try to bake something, it always burns, falls or just plain stinks. Sometimes all three in combination.

It's not a pretty sight.

However, this week, I had to get some peanut butter cookies made for the teacher of my middle son, Ben. It was part of a present for the teacher. We all sent in a recipe for her to use as part of a cook book and some of us parents got volunteered to actually make what was in the recipe. Well, Ben volunteered me.

The night before they were due in class, I started making the dough. Spooned in the peanut butter, mixed in the two sticks of butter, flour, baking soda and baking starch (who knew there were two of the same sounding thing?), packed brown sugar, etc. Got everything all mixed up, the dough placed in the fridge to cool down and make easier to handle and was feeling pretty good about myself. I started putting everything away and that was when I noticed that I couldn't remember putting in the regular sugar. Brown sugar, sure. Regular sugar, not so much. Took the mixer back out, took the mixer blades back out, poured in the sugar and mixed again.

The next morning I started forming the doug into little balls and then criscrossing them with fork tines. When they came out of the oven, they were actually edible. More than that, they were fantastic.

Three days later, I'm still so proud of myself. I actually baked something. It feels like I've graduated to domestic godhood.

Wahoo!

Posted: Sat - June 5, 2004 at 11:21 PM       |

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