Tonight I did something I’d never done before.
I baked.
Every couple of months at work, we designate a day in our section when everyone brings in baked goods. Everything sits on the countertops until late afternoon, and then we unwrap them and stuff our faces. In the past I’ve copped out by buying donuts or Munchkins or something like that. But this afternoon I decided I was finally going to take the big step and bake. I went to Google and found a recipe for chocolate peanut butter cup cookies. After work, I went to the store and bought the ingredients. I felt so cool buying things like sugar and flour and vanilla extract. (But chocolate chips, peanut butter chips, peanut butter, cocoa powder, and peanut butter cups? Overkill, maybe?) I shocked the hell out of Matt when I came home.
These are the cookies. They’re tasty, if a bit too cocoa-y. I hope they go over well. Actually, I don’t care if they do or not. As much as this will make me sound like a retarded child, I baked cookies all by myself! And I’m proud of me! Yay.
Yum! Save some for me!
A delicious feel-good achievement. :D
Congratulations! I love baking. Not the thing to do if one is trying to control one’s waistline, but oh, what a way to go.
Hey Jeff, if you are in a baking frame of mind you should try making a cheesecake- they are surprisingly easy to make.
I’m more of a cook than a baker, myself, but there’s something really nice about having something in the oven making the whole house smell lovely.
Good job!
Good on you! Now move right on to bread … dough making is amazing (and tasty) therapy. I made my first homemade pizzas last week, after months of my sister telling me how easy they were. I hate when she’s right.
Let me know if you want the recipe.
Those sound so good! I love peanutbutter cups. My boyfriend makes these peanutbutter Nanaimo bars that are to die for. I, alas, am not much of a cook ….but I’m trying!
Congratulations Jeff! I was as proud as you were when I baked my first apple pie – had to try three times, though .. In other words: well done!
You know what I miss most about living in the U.S.? Chocolate chips. Although peanut butter chips are a close second. For my wedding gift, my sister went to Sam’s and got several of those great big bags of chips, then lugged them across the mountains and ocean. She was wearing the most beautiful and non-sensible shoes I’d ever seen when she presented them to me.
I love her.