So tonight I was so excited to make cookies for the first time since moving into my new pad. I thought that I would be able to impress my new co-workers with the special treats that I baked. Before starting up on the cookie project I thought I'd get my ironing out of the way. I got through one leg of ironing my pants when all the power went off in my kitchen. Phung! So I called my landlord to cry and he drove all the way over and it turns out it was just a button I had to hit on the power bar (I felt like such a doof). Next, I threw on my polka-dot apron and sat my matching oven mitts aside for later. I pulled out my receipe book and stood it on the counter. I mixed up this magical concoction of Skor toffee bits and dark chocolate chips in my pretty mixing bowls, rolled out the cookies on my non-stick trays and placed them in the oven while setting the timer. After I followed all the directions, the oven timer dinged and I went to retrieve my cookies. They were friggin burnt to a crisp!!! PHUNGGGG! I am never baking again. This happens to me almost everytime.
Mr. Christie is the only person who makes good cookies in this house.
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