I Made Cookies on Wednesday
I interrupted my planned baking to give Alyssa an emergency Photoshop tutorial so that she could complete an odd project at work the following day. The actual baking part of the baking kept me up until 11:30 or so, and I didn't feel like staying awake for another half-sheet of cookies, so I ate the remaining raw dough and went to bed.
The next day, of course, I took some cookies to work to test their flavor. About 8:30 last night I realized I hadn't eaten anything but cookie for almost 24 hours.
I wasn't hungry, exactly, but I felt very buttery. I was reminded of a certain period on Summit Ave when baklava became our basic field rations, thanks to richandfamous's ingenuity.
The next day, of course, I took some cookies to work to test their flavor. About 8:30 last night I realized I hadn't eaten anything but cookie for almost 24 hours.
I wasn't hungry, exactly, but I felt very buttery. I was reminded of a certain period on Summit Ave when baklava became our basic field rations, thanks to richandfamous's ingenuity.