If you bake even half as well as you write—and I know you do Nancy—then you’re a treasure beyond measure, m’dear! The cookies look so good that I can hardly bare to look at ‘em on an empty stomach…it’s not good to drool on one’s computer keyboard!
I’m not a baker myself, but a roaster….however, I love to recall the time I baked and assembled a birthday cake for my then, now erstwhile, husband during our first year of marriage. I pulled two layers of chocolate cake out of the oven, then lavishly frosted them layer on layer. I left the kitchen feeling quite pleased with myself. Upon returning to the scene of domestic triumph, I found the warm top layer of the cake had slid off its assigned perch, onto the counter, picked up speed, slid to the ledge and then became airborne until it landed on the floor below. The end of my baking story involved lots of paper towels, sponges, trash bags and soap and water. Ignominious comes to mind.
So I look up to bakers like you who have endured hardships and are now writing triumphantly here.
However, I still cook a mean brussel sprout that you will never be able to match no matter how hard you try. Na Na NA-NA NA!
