Thursday, May 8, 2008

Cookies and Calamity

Today the boys and I made cookies.

I really know better. However, I got suckered in by some beautiful blue eyes that stared into mine and gently asked "Maybe we can make some chocolate chip cookies? That would be good!"

How could I resist?

I should have known the exercise was doomed for failure when I realized we had no brown sugar. "No problem" I thought, "we'll just run to Superstore, we need milk anyway."

Sometimes being out of sugar is a sign. This was one of those times.

It took an hour to get through the store. Apparently it only makes sense to me to put the sugar in the same aisle as the vanilla. Plus, Spud really did not want any part of the shopping experience today. At all. He wasn't real subtle in his disapproval. Tantrum on aisle 8 anyone?

Once home, we got right to work.

I had the boys up on their chairs and started creaming the sugar and margarine. I realized I needed a spatula so I turned off the mixer and turned to grab one and when I did, I caught the edge of the hand-mixer with my elbow. This caused the mixer to crash to the ground, spraying margarine and sugar on every possible surface.

Yee haw.

I cleaned up and while washing the gritty, greasy mess discovered the dent in my brand new hardwood. At this rate the floors will easily resemble the moon's surface in a month or two.

With a newly cleaned floor I started out again only to discover that the fall had jammed my mixer in such a way that it wouldn't work. While attempting to fix it I turned my back on the boys who at this point were getting a wee bit bored.

That was a deadly combo. Sprout quickly began scooping flour and tossing it as fast as he could. It was in his hair, his eye-lashes, all down his clothes and the counter and floor looked as if we had just had a snowfall.

I got that cleaned up, finally finished up the dough, got the cookies in the oven and sent the boys off to play. Sprout translated that as "hang around the kitchen and see how close to the oven you can get before the grumpy lady notices."

I went to grab the wire racks to cool the cookies on, only the drawer they were in was jammed. While I was busy swearing and sweating gently attempting to open the door the cookies on the top shelf in the oven got rather toasty.

So, to sum up,
1 dent in the floor +
3 tantrums in Superstore +
1 broken beyond repair mixer+
35 minutes of clean-up=
36 cookies- 12 burnt things that at one point resembled cookies.



KnittinChick said...

Priceless is right. Now when kids want cookies and they are visiting me, Superstore sale cookie dough, scoop, plop, bake and serve.


MomOfTheCrazies said...

I would just like you all to know that I was on the phone with The Geek when she turned around and discovered her children playing in the flour. The yelp she made was so frightful I seriously thought she had electrocuted herself.

KnittinChick said...

Momofthecrazies-it's amazing that you could recover enough to comment on the story.

It's probably good for the children's safety that you were on the phone to talk HG off the cliff!

Bargainista said...

Blessings on you for attempting the cookies! Hope that you took some pictures of the 'project' and the flour covered kitchen and boys. When you get old like me, it will bring smiles and you will have forgotten about the dark side of baking chocolate chips cookies with your 2 energetic sons.
Hope you gave the 12 cookies to the boys as a reward for their involvement.

JCK said...

Oh, my...See you show have stuck with my "easy cookie recipe." No brown sugar needed. ;) Too funny, you are, my dear! And I am impressed that you hung in there and didn't leave the cookie making mission!

granola_granny said...

You knew someone would say it so I will ....for everything else there's mastercard.