My day started at 6:00 AM this morning, woken up by loud pop music and things clashing and banging around on my kitchen. I forgot that I slept on the couch all night (our couches are super comfortable). I open my eyes to my daughters nose pushed up against my forehead, Good morning, Mommy. Ashleys coming over. Two teenaged girls (one with no cooking experience, the other with enough skills to make instant noodles) decide that it was a good idea to bake cookies this morning, an hour and a half before school starts, to give away as gifts the day before Christmas break. Do you want to help us? she asks, nuzzling her nose into my face like a dog. No. Why not? Youre already awake. Because of YOU!!! I say nothing and just glare at her. I roll around for a bit before conceding to the fact that Im not sleeping anymore, so I go to my room and wash up. In the very short time that it takes me to return to the girls, my kitchen and dining room are covered in smoke, theres coughing and the smell of burnt who-knows-what. Theyve already spilled my organic brown sugar, wasted and dumped a stick of my organic butter and thrown out half an egg. And this was just in the first 10 minutes of them cooking! Take a wild guess who ends up with the making and cleaning up of three dozen chocolate chip cookies? The irony is that between the two of them theyre currently taking an advanced foreign language class, Honors US History, AP Statistics, Physics and AP Calculus but have zero idea what softened butter is. They could probably build a structurally safe skyscraper but cant bake one freaking cookie.
Posted on: Fri, 19 Dec 2014 18:04:44 +0000
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