Last week, I made two- yes, sadly, TWO- batches of cookies.
That’s four sticks of butter, three cups of sugar, a bag of chocolate chips, and a whole lot of calories.
I was having a stressful week. And I still am. Thanks a lot, Life.
But baking takes away the stress for about 45-49 minutes, depending on if I preheat my oven or not.
Making people happy with my simple offering of sugar, flour, eggs and chocolate chips takes away the stress.
Sitting down, dunking my cookie into a cold glass of milk and nibbling on the softening goodness takes away the stress.
Now, I just need to figure out a way to make negative calorie cookies….
Whenever someone says “just a little bit” or “a good pinch”, it means “turn the bottle of whatever you are pouring upside down over the bowl for like 3 seconds” or “grab as much salt from that cute little bowl as you can so it cascades from your fingers very prettily into your dish”.
In my dream last night, I imagined that the post two posts down about my Disney dream got like 17 reblogs. I was quite sad when I woke up and my brain was like “Oh, hey, that was a dream”.
But I checked, just to make sure.
My dream last night, after waking at 3 AM to hail/rain/wind and somehow managing to sleep again without thinking “OMG TORNADO OMG OMG”, is as follows.
Kate and I are at a hotel. And apparently, we’re in Florida cause we’re goin’ to Disney World. We have my dad’s season passes. Somehow his pass has his name and mine. Along with his picture. We go to Magic Kingdom and time jumps until, oh hey, let’s go to Epcot. While we walk to the bus stop, I notice something. Lookey there. Sydney isn’t wearing shoes. We get to the bus stop and OMG there are my shoes! Except….those are black platform old-lady shoes. Whatevs. I put them on. We take the bus to Epcot and then we’re in a fancy hotel, cause that’s apparently the entrance to Epcot, and the ticket takers like pull us to the side cause we did something bad. I get scared that our tickets won’t work. Except, oh hey, they let us in! Epcot is NOT how I remember it. The signs look weird. None of the rides are right. Kate doesn’t want to ride Mission: Space so we look for the Aerosmith roller coaster (which ISN’T IN EPCOT) and the sidewalk turns into an Anthropologie and then I wake up.
Sweet dreams, indeed.