I never thought I would see the day when I could finally blog about the cookie goal being done. Really, what was I thinking? Why would I choose this goal instead of eating sixty dozen cookies or buying them or even watching someone else make them? Silly me, I thought I could use this opportunity to find a recipe that everyone would love and request it anytime the masses needed a scrumptious cookie. Hah! Baking sixty dozen was a pain for this lass. In hindsight, making six dozen toothsome(using my increased vocabulary) cookies would have made better sense. But no, I had to make 720 cookies!
Even when I carefully measured the ingredients, madly mixed them in a bowl, and then slammed them on to the cookie sheet, I was only half way through the process and already losing patience (I feel my blood pressure rising as I write this). Setting the timer led to either an under baked gooey mess or the total opposite of burnt offerings for the cookie gods. This was not a win win situation no matter which ones you ate. When I did produce a few edible ones, I would pawn them off on some brave souls--my youngest son being the bravest and eating the majority of these morsels.
This lingering and labor intensive goal has now been completed and the lessons learned are obvious except for one--"As God as my witness"(my apologies to Scarlett O'Hara), I will never eat another bite of cookie dough again.
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