By the term made some cookies I really mean bought some cookie dough from the store and put the little pieces on a cookie sheet. I don't have my kitchen aid mixer at the new house yet and the prospect of mixing up some cookie dough without it just seemed way to daunting.
I preheated the oven like you are supposed to (something I almost never did with my gas oven) and put the cookies in for the allotted time. About a minute before they were supposed to be done I noticed that instead of delicious cookie goodness, I was smelling burnt cookie yuckness.
As this could not possibly be due to the fact that I did anything wrong or incorrect, I have decided that it is my oven's fault. Eight cookies survived our oven's attempt to keep us from eating delicious food.
Connor ate four of them. His rationale was that if there were only eight cookies, he better eat a bunch of them so that we didn't run out. I didn't bother pointing out the flawed logic there and instead ate a couple myself. You know...so we didn't run out.
Thank you for sharing this story. I thought these disasters only happened to me. It's a joy to share in your suffering. :)
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