Alright. Today I'm going to try as hard as I can not to talk about The Help. Goodness knows I'm still in a knot about it all and today's four mile read just made the knot tanglier (I declare this a word). A good book gets you in bunches I guess. I'd rather be all bothered by a book than read something that makes me feel like I spent 15 hours eating cotton candy though. That just makes a girl chubby and hungry.
Speaking of chubby and hungry, I made the best-ever-of-all-time chocolate chip cookies yesterday. The intention was to take them as thank yous to some folks who did me some kindnesses three months ago. I find myself saying "better late than never" a lot. Anyhow, I burned the last nine cookies. I do that. It's kind of like my signature. So all day today, when my kids' backs have been turned, I've been eating burned, but oh-so-delicious chocolate chip cookies. I've felt pretty guilty hiding from my kids the way I have, but it's for their own health...they don't need chocolate chip cookies...I mean I'm a nursing mother...I run...I made them...they're burned anyway...I gave them two gummy bears...OK,OK, it's just such a darned good recipe. It could make a selfish mother out of anybody. If you want to test yourself, use the recipe on the back of a bag of Hersey's chocolate chips. Slightly under-cook them. Then eat them straight from the freezer...when your kids aren't looking...so there are more for you. Oh fine, shame me, share them and enjoy dang it.
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You learned how to burn the last batch from me. I was a pro at it. I also like the burnt cookies but I think we eat them as a sacrifice so our kids won't have to eat burnt cookies.
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