We decided this would be a great opportunity to share some great American treats around the office (and again, by we, I mean he.)
So this afternoon we got to work on making treats for 40+ people (and by we, I mean I).
And so now we have 1 pan of cream cheese brownies, 56 chocolate chunk cookies, and 40 oatmeal raisin cookies.
And a whole bunch of dirty dishes.
And a cookie chef who is rather tired of hanging out in the hot, un-air-conditioned kitchen while she bakes 96 cookies 8 cookies at a time because she only has 1 cookie sheet down here (oh, okay, occasionally I got crazy and threw another 5 cookies in the toaster oven to bake at the same time.) And she really doesn't want to go back in there to wash dishes or cook supper... (do cookies make an acceptable supper for your husband? If he were 6 years old I'm sure he'd totally dig that...what about at 26?)
But seriously, I was excited to get to do some baking, and I was really happy for the first hour of the process while I was playing with the love of my life, also known as my Kitchen-Aid mixer. I absolutely love baking, but something about not having air conditioning and only having one cookie sheet to work with sort of annoyed me and took away from the thrill. If I'm going to dirty four mixing bowls, it really seems like I should have more than one cookie sheet - which is actually a pizza pan, not even a cookie sheet...why the heck didn't I pack cookie sheets when we moved down here? I think I need to lose the apron and go shopping, now. And then come home and clean up my dishes so I can forget about my hot, un-air-conditioned kitchen and so by tomorrow I will be excited again to get back in there and start making food for the birthday party we're having here on Saturday. And maybe while I'm out, I should pick up some more milk...you know, to go with my husband's supper.