January 23, 2011

I'm in bed, thinking the end is near, when it hits me. I can't leave this world without tasting a warm chocolate chip cookie just one more time. Since I live with 2 men who are not bakers (although they each have wonderful qualities, cooking making is not among them...), if I wanted a warm chocolate chip cookie, I'd have to haul my ass off my deathbed and bake them myself.

So I did.

Yeah, it could be that some of the cookies were missing my the time I took the picture.

And, I've decided that I feel better.

I shall live to bake again.