Wednesday, December 11, 2013


Ah, today I made cookies, a new recipe that I got from the internet, and proceeded to follow it......almost.

Dear readers, I am not known for my prowess in the kitchen, and I fear that as hard as I try, I will never ever be adept at cooking, any kind of cooking.

Tomorrow, perhaps, I will make the same cookies over again, and see what happens when I include a whole cup of butter as opposed to the 1/2 cup I put in today, and then wondered why the dough could not be rolled out.

Waste not, want not........I heard that somewhere....

Solution....pick up dough with a spoon, squeeze in hand and lay carefully on pan. Voila..15 minutes later I have something that could be called a cookie, that didn't taste too bad, but were definitely not what I had intended. It took me until I finished and was cleaning up to notice the recipe and see just what I had done wrong.

No wonder.

I said to myself, "Self, pay more attention to what you are doing."
Self said, "Why? This is the real me."

Later - - - -
Well, I said that the cookies didn't taste too bad, and that's true, however, after having cooled, I found that they were a little crunchy, even hard, dare I say, and so I have created a new Christmas cookie --

Christmas Rocks
Just think of the uses: They could be used to weigh down the toes of your Christmas stockings,
they could be sucked on like candy until soft enough to eat, perhaps if painted black they could be used as weirdly shaped hockey pucks on the backyard rink, or I could paint them and they could be used as paper weights.........
I am not sure I want to attempt this recipe again tomorrow. I'll see how I'm feeling.
I was going to put the tree up today, but cooking must have taken a lot out of me. I went upstairs to get the tree, and saw the bed, and said to myself, "Put the tree up, or have a nap?' I really wanted to put the tree up, but Self thought the bed looked so cozy, and Self and I had a bit of a lay down.
Perhaps I will put the tree up tomorrow, rather than making cookies.
I get so angry when I make stupid mistakes, as with the cookies. All of my friends are great cooks, and can spend a whole day baking yummy things. Aren't all moms and grammys supposed to be good cooks?
And now, I am tired again. It has been really cold all day, and the roads were not very good, especially up here on the mountain. I'm glad I spent the afternoon ruining a cookie recipe, rather than going out on the road. 


  1. Have you ever seen how many errors there are in "The Joy of Cooking"? Don't give yourself a hard time about a few errors...think of everything as an experiment!
    Love you (and your sugary hockey pucks).
    xo h

    1. 'Joy of Cooking' - uh yeah, I read that book every day. Heather, I have done this before, left something out. However, there have been rare occasions when I have made something good. Let me see. Nope, can't remember. Oh well....Love you too.

  2. Polynesian Chicken, ... Mix-Easy Chocolate Cake, ... the best, soft, thin Chocolate Chip cookies, ... that Turkey in the stove at the Camp, ... Nanaimo Bars with Eaglebrand evaporated milk, ...

    1. You are so sweet to your old mother. Thanks. xxxooo

  3. Bonnie, I have been a failure at many cookie recipes.
    But I never fail at making almonds bars, they always turn out perfect.

    Merry Christmas.
    Joy and blessings you you.


    1. Yes Margie. I should stick to the old standards. Blessing to you and yours.

  4. Cookies aren't part of our Christmas traditions, Bonnie, but if I had a pound coin for every mistake I've made in cooking over the years, I'd be a lot richer than I am. :-)

    1. I would be rich too. I don't do much baking, and I don't know what got into me. Actually, the cookies weren't as hard as I initially thought. I munched on them.

  5. Ahhh, the joys of cooking. Just hope no one breaks a tooth on the Christmas rocks. Maybe if you popped them in the microwave for 10 seconds first?

    1. I was smart enough not to offer them to anyone else. They really weren't too hard, but not something I would take to a tea, not that I go to teas. My goofs are always good for a laugh, or a cry, depending on my mood at the time. I think we are catching up with you in our snowfalls. I hits you first then moves our way.