Not the End
The first day of Holidailies, the first day of finals week for my students, one month before the big show that I am working (four 12-hour days in a row), and a little less than six weeks before a big family wedding. It is not the end of the year for me at all. It is the beginning of a long haul of family, work and writing. There will be the usual tax concerns, getting clutter out of the house and donated for that write-off, paying those last few bills. But the slate is full and active, it does not need to be wiped clean.
Last night, we made cookies – one batch flopped. It’s been a long time since I’ve baked something that flopped so miserably. Peanut butter cookies are supposed to be thick and puffy with the pretty fork marks (who invented the forked peanut butter cookies, I wonder). These cookies flattened out into alarmingly flat and crispy flat things. At least they will make a cookie topping for a pie or perhaps for ice cream? Flopped, too flat cookies are depressing. I’m putting a big red mark on that recipe. Cookbooks of mine, you’ve been warned!
Today’s cookies will include snickerdoodles and rum balls. Yes, that’s right, I said RUM.
(Formatting note: I’m told that the blog title comes out as I Am This Womar. I’m working on fixing the font size. Let me assure you I have never been a ‘womar.’)
Popping in from Holidailies… I bake A LOT through out the year. I hate it when something doesn’t turn out as expected! It’s just such a waste of ingredients and time. Good luck with the rest of your baking!
The dog ate the baggies of crispy cookies. ALL of them, and there was the expected “download” 12 hours later. Not fun.