“What’s your favourite kind of cookie?” I asked Scott last night.
“Oatmeal raisin,” he said with a smirk, knowing I don’t care for raisins in cookies.
So today I split a batch of dough in half; his got oatmeal and raisins, and mine got chocolate chips. How’s that for compromise? Not selfless, but not self-serving alone, either. I get some points, don’t I? Guess it depends who’s handing out the points.
Which reminds me, there are six loaves of cooled bread on the kitchen counter that need to be bagged up before I go to bed. Does a woman’s work never end?????? Hee!
All my culinary efforts aren’t success stories. One afternoon I thought I’d whip up a quick and easy dessert for supper: chocolate coconut macaroons. Through no fault of my own (no, really), the sugar measure turned out to be salt, and the whole batch was thrown into the garbage. Disappointment!