I promised the scheduler at my doctor's office (the one who was able to pull several hundred strings and get my surgery scheduled for the one week the kids will be away) a batch of cookies. She probably thought I was joking. Now, to be sure, I joke about many, many things. But I never joke about dessert. Some things are sacred. So great is my admiration for this woman, I decided that she deserved Really Good Cookies. Naturally that meant I headed over to Bakerina's. I recalled she'd posted an excellent-sounding recipe for chocolate chip cookies. But, alas, the recipe was a link to Theresa at...
Fair warning: gentlemen, you may wish to avert your eyes. The backstory: I have a very uncooperative reproductive system. I have suffered from severe endometriosis since my teens. It's a complete pain in the ass, or, to be more specific, it's a complete pain in the lower abdominal area and sometimes the back, much of the time. My uterus was reluctantly coaxed into hosting the Chickadee and the Monkey until their respective baking times had elapsed, but even that was quite the production. And the bleeding... oh the joy, the bleeding! If bleeding were an Olympic sport, I would be a contender....
