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Precise measurements have never been my strongest suit. Perhaps this is why my cookies taste as I imagine dog feces might.
Every five years or so, I decide that I can bake. Then, after several fruitless attempts, I remember why I never do it. I convince myself that I know better than some fancy schmancy baker [who CARES that he clearly knew enough to be published in the cookbook that was sitting open in front of me] how to make things taste delicious. Rules are for pansies, this is just a guideline of what I MIGHT want to include in my cookies, I'll decide what goes in and what doesn't! A little less of this, some more of this... these two things are PRETTY MUCH the same thing, right? I can just... substitute one for the other... a little tip to myself, for future reference. Follow the fucking recipe.
So pretty much, all we've got is a gold rimmed plate covered in cookies which might as well be plastic. And some cookie soup in a plastic bag at the bottom of our garbage can. At least the cookies might me good for a few laughs. Me being easily amused as I am, having them as a base for a lame practical joke or two would make me happy.
I've finished my science class... now on to english. Guh. I hate writing essays... with a passion even!
Every five years or so, I decide that I can bake. Then, after several fruitless attempts, I remember why I never do it. I convince myself that I know better than some fancy schmancy baker [who CARES that he clearly knew enough to be published in the cookbook that was sitting open in front of me] how to make things taste delicious. Rules are for pansies, this is just a guideline of what I MIGHT want to include in my cookies, I'll decide what goes in and what doesn't! A little less of this, some more of this... these two things are PRETTY MUCH the same thing, right? I can just... substitute one for the other... a little tip to myself, for future reference. Follow the fucking recipe.
So pretty much, all we've got is a gold rimmed plate covered in cookies which might as well be plastic. And some cookie soup in a plastic bag at the bottom of our garbage can. At least the cookies might me good for a few laughs. Me being easily amused as I am, having them as a base for a lame practical joke or two would make me happy.
I've finished my science class... now on to english. Guh. I hate writing essays... with a passion even!