long day. sick day. could have crawled into bed and stayed for a week kind of day. but the kids were good and let me have a nap in the afternoon so i thought i would do something nice. didn't exactly work out as planned.
in general i am a good baker. i don't exert the effort too often, but when i do things usually come out well.
so today i decide that i am going to make cookies. they were originally going to be xmas cookies, then epiphany cookies but i was willing to settle for "today is as good as any" cookies. so i get out all my pampered chef paraphenalia - the cookie stones, the cookie gun, all the measuring tools and perfectly matched spatulas.
i manage to get all the ingredients mixed. these cookies call for you to mix the dough by hand...by hand...uck! but i am going to do this right.
i have had cookie gun trouble in the past but thought that it was all behind us and we were a successful team now. wrong. after placing four to six hideously mishapen cookies on the tray i gently tapped, ok, gently is not precisely accurate, but i "tapped" the tray. the stone cracked in three places causing me to throw the cookie dough across the kitchen in a fit setting a wonderful example for the gap-jawed children watching this little scene. broken plastic and cookie dough cover the kitchen.
i manage to get myself together and make thumbprint cookies out of what's left of the dough but then forget them in the oven burning them into little black lumps of concrete that i swear were mocking me.
i also set off the smoke detector which set off the kids. scream....beeeeeep.....scream.....beeep.
i call my sister (who is my pamp chef dealer) and tell her of the defective equipment. and in her wisdom she tells me that i don't need a pampered chef lady, i need a therapist.
cookies anyone?