You know how I am prone to compulsive fits of cookie baking? You are not helping, New York Times. I just made eight cookies, four each with two different kinds of chocolate and three of each kind with sea salt. The rest of the dough is resting in the fridge for 36 hours. By the way, is being wounded while opening salt different than rubbing salt in your wounds? Because it didn't feel different.
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As it turns out, making a poster is not that different from writing blog posts. It's all about trying to get the right mix of nice visual stuff and actual content. The content piece, coincidentally, is giving me trouble in both forums. But you should see my color scheme!
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I just can't get over how much fun it is having Dylan always jumping around doing her little gremlin dance and speaking her own brand of English. I think she's gotten over whatever was bothering her because she started sleeping and eating again, to a certain extent, and this morning she went and entertained herself for 45 minutes, which is certainly new.
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Aaron never gets sick or uses vacation days, so he has some that he needs to start using before he loses them. He took today off to do some painting around the house. Unfortunately, he forgot to learn how to paint first. Thanks for getting those groceries, sweetie!
1 comment:
Using the recipe on the bag, my mother made wonderful chocolate chip cookies. The dough always rested in the icebox overnight, but sometimes there was much less dough left to bake the next morning! Wish I could taste one of your 36 hour cookies. Let us know the results
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