Today–being my last full day to accomplish the Herculean set of housecleaning tasks I have set for myself before Rejoining The Working Folk–I found myself watching a friend’s 5-year-old daughter for an hour. I was itching to get on with my to-do list and just didn’t think she’d be amenable to tackling the pile of crap on my nightstand, ya know? So we moved further down the list to “make cookies for the very nice people who decided to give me a job.”
I have an unnatural relationship with cookies. I mean, yes… it’s 2005 and I am a grown woman with absolutely no use for the “barefoot and pregnant” stereotype. But what can I say? I like cookies. And when I bake these cookies for people, they like me back. Win-win. Plus? It’s a lovely diversion and makes the house smell yummy. And did I mention that at the end, there are cookies? Because there are.
Did I also mention I’m a wee bit tightly wound today? I’m sure you didn’t notice. (SHUT. UP.)
Anyway, my small friend and I commenced baking the world’s greatest chocolate chip cookies. She was an excellent scooper and pourer and chocolate chip tester. Thank goodness I had her here to help me out. You can’t make cookies with untested chocolate chips and if I eat anything in my current state, it won’t be pretty. So. We baked!
Well, WE baked for a while. Then her mom came to get her, and I’m still baking, because this recipe yields about a thousand cookies. I will probably still be rotating my cookie sheets in and out of the oven at midnight tonight, but it will be worth it. Cookies may not cure everything, but they’re pretty good at making the discerning palate just not care about anything else.
And with warm cookies in the kitchen, everything else should be fine.
What, you don’t think so? Shut up and have a cookie.