Carley is a self-proclaimed chocoholic. Someone once told her it's why her eyes are chocolate brown. She believes it.
Yesterday (after a quiet day to myself while the kids aren't quite yet on summer vacation), Josh, Carley and I made Carley's favorite chocolate cookies. They're called Chocolate Crinkle Cookies and the recipe comes from her very own kids baking book.
We carefully measured the ingredients, followed the direction, perfectly (minus Josh's) rolled the dough into balls and put them on baking sheets. 10-12 minutes later the delicious smelling cookies were pulled from the oven and placed on cooling racks.
The cookies are awful. (Shhh, don't tell the kids because they still like them.) Dry, bland, more bitter than usual.
This is the second time I've made cookies this week that completely flopped. The first time was a chocolate no-bake cookie that never set. I had to freeze the puddle of chocolate goo in order to eat them without a spoon.
I don't know what school has done to my recently acquired baking ability but it seems to be gone. Hopefully it's just a temporary affliction.
For now I think I should hand over the silicone spatula to Carley and let her make her own cookies. They'd probably come out perfectly perfect.
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