I love cookies, especially cookies that remind me of being a kid baking with my dad (theme of tomorrow, I’m excited!). Double especially when I make the first batch and they are as ugly as the ones below. Then I smile when the next batch looks less droopy and mashed. And then, the third batch that burnt a bit … well, they are my favorite because dipped in milk, they yield the best dark chocolate and oatmeal flavor and crunch. This, folks, is why cookies are great – even in the less-than-perfect ones, there is perfection. Life lesson taught through love and cookies.

Also, meet my new mixer. Thinking of naming her Charlie. Or would it be a him? Nope, her name is Charlie!

Also, I was going to bring cookies to work, but got anxious because they are so ugly. My mom told me that these cookies have always been ugly, but nobody notices because they are so good. Maybe next adventure in baking, but for now, new baking jitters are getting the best of me. Is this normal?

Love and cookies,
E