April 21, 2012

the oatmeal cookie saga.

Yesterday, I had a hankering for an oatmeal cookie. A really chewy oatmeal cookie. That wasn't hard. That is what I truly desired. The last time I made oatmeal cookies, they were more so oatmeal hockey pucks. So I looked for a super soft oatmeal recipe. I found one, and started cooking!
The dough was fantastic. It was just as good as the baked cookies. Almost.
 This is about halfway through the cooking time. They smelled dee-licious.
Finally, after six songs (not including the two I skipped) the cookies were done. To my horror, when I pulled them out of the oven, I found this:
I decided that part of the batter wasn't mixed well, because the other three batches turned out normal. The mutants tasted fine, regardless.
I ate one with my sister Shiloh (I was babysitting her)

I started cleaning up, (while checking Pinterest. I know you want my multitasking skills.) and this is what I see.

Whatever could it be? Turns out, warm cookies and milk is a sleeping pill for two and a half year olds.
That my friends, is what a successful day looks like.


KatySue Pillsbury said...

So cute!! Love sleeping kids, they seem so peaceful and sweet!

Anonymous said...

I LOVE oatmeal cookies! :) They look so good. Also, I have blogger, booksneeze, pin it, and picmonkey in almost all those same positions, haha.

Your sister is so adorable! :)

-Grace @ thatsmilingblog.blogspot.com