Cookies warm from the oven, perfectly chewy and melt-in-you-mouth yummy.
Even better is that they were made by my twelve-year-old son.
I told the kids they had to wait until after supper, but I snuck one – okay, two – myself.
Cookies warm from the oven, perfectly chewy and melt-in-you-mouth yummy.
Even better is that they were made by my twelve-year-old son.
I told the kids they had to wait until after supper, but I snuck one – okay, two – myself.
Those who know me well know that I hate to cook.
But yesterday, for whatever reason, I was in the mood to make food. I baked pumpkin pecan muffins, chocolate orange muffins, brownies, pumpkin marshmallow brownies, and I even made a yummy quinoa pilaf for supper (which the kids would not touch, but more for me).
Maybe I’ll do it again sometime.
I am a terrible cook.
I forget to plan meals until it’s supper time. I forget ingredients. I’ve even been known to ruin Kraft Dinner.
Maybe it’s because the end product is so sweet (I’d rather eat a cookie than a carrot any day), but I’d rather bake.
Plus, I get to decorate.
That’s why cupcakes are so much fun.