Baking Disaster

I do enjoy a good cookie once in a while. Encouraged this week by others to "bake something" I attempted, good naturedly, of course, to bake cookies in a kitchen that I am unfamiliar with, but with my favorite chocolate chip recipe in hand, I began the near fiasco...

To begin, no electric mixer. Found a hand mixer, began the task of mixing, and the crisco and the brown sugar became a lovely lump stuck inside the paddles. Lovely. Then recalled where I had seen the electric mixer and vwa-laa, magically mixed. However, was missing said lump-which I suppose is needed.

Looking for teaspoons, tablespoons, anyone? No idea where to find these items. Continue on my merry way, needing to add 2 tablespoons milk. Not hard, one would think, right? Wrong. Promptly overfill guesstament spoon, pouring more or less 1/2 cup of milk into dough...yikes. Try to pour out what I consider excess, losing vanilla, I'm sure, so I add more vanilla, looking around to see if there are any witnesses to this catastrophic excuse for an experienced "chocolate chip cookie baker." Good thing I chose to do this experiment when all were away, and Avery fast asleep downstairs.

Next, the baking. Ah, yes, the baking. All ovens are not created equally. First batch, bottoms burnt. Second batch, tops still doughy. Third batch, not really sure what is wrong with them, but the good thing is I happen to be married to a garbage disposal. No worries there. He'll eat them all and ask when there might be more coming. Not this week, I think!