So somewhere in a haze of sleep deprived insanity, Probably well before last week, I volunteered to make a kabillion sugar cookies for Phillip's class. See, they have book buddies who are younger kids they read with and for the older grades- since they are too cool to have parties- they have a party under the guise of doing it for their little book buddy friends. It is a tactic employed by most parents- so I am familiar with it. But since I had the sugar cookie mix in my pantry- really it doesn't take too long, right?
Yet here I am, waiting for the last batch to be done and it is nearly 10 o'clock. Somewhere between batch 1 and 2- somebody was having a costume wardrobe malfunction which needed immediate attention. And then there was my daughter who felt the need to prance around the kitchen moaning about how HOT she was. Literally fanning herself and giggling each time, waiting for acknowledgement of her hottness. The oven is on- get outta my kitchen is what she got. So despite the fact that I deserve an industrial chef kine oven- I have the whatever piece of crap came with the house edition. It's fine as long as you remember to rotate frequently as the back is much warmer than the front. And really I don't have the chef kine kitchen or space to support aforementioned oven- so for right now- it is what it is. I like to cook, I like making food tasty and presentable- the actual baking bit is a wee bit precise for my liking. I'm more of a pinch of this and a dash of that kind of girl. Baking doesn't like that so much. Sometimes me and baking have an all out throw down. I do not win. It is very sad. I digress.
So somewhere I forgot to rotate- so the front part of the batch a little light- back part a little brown. Phillip walks in...mom? Um are those cookies supposed to be brown like that? So here are my top 10 answers- and no I haven't experienced this before- these 10 magically came to me this evening. It is my experience that children eat the good stuff and bring the cookies coated with 12 different colors of frosting home to "share" with mom. Somehow smooshy crumbs in a ziploc means I thought of you. So yes, son the sugar cookies are supposed to be brown like that.
Are those cookies supposed to be brown like that?
10. Yes, yes they are.
9. It doesn't matter- all you guys do is lick the frosting off em anyways.
8. They need to be harder, they are easier to decorate that way.
7. Yes, yes they are.
6. We love all God's creatures in this house, no matter what color they are.
5. They've done studies- half of all people like cookies soft and half like em crunchy. I'm a people pleaser.
4. Yes, yes they are.
3. It's cuz I made them with brown sugar, they taste the same.
2. I like my cookies like I like my men. Your teacher will understand.
1. Yes, Yes they are. Now scram.