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golfwidow
I have more pity for you and the cookies from hell than I have for the other person you mentioned.
[2004-03-22 10:47:52]
I have more pity for you and the cookies from hell than I have for the other person you mentioned.
Kipp
I would, haha! It's funny AND true!
[2004-03-22 11:41:25]
I would, haha! It's funny AND true!
Molly
At about the age of ten, I convinced myself that I was a master chef of sorts and concocted my own recipe for a giant cookie. We were staying at a friend's cabin in New Mexico (ironic considering the title of your entry) and I decided to go forth with my baking plans. At ten, I was unaware that turning the oven "on" did not mean turning it all the way up. I don't remember what I put in that cookie, but I do remember the moment it went up in smoke...and the fire engines...and the look on my poor mother's face. Whoops. Your cookies look pretty good on the cookie sheet! Maybe there's hope for us yet. Happy Monday!
[2004-03-22 13:25:22]
At about the age of ten, I convinced myself that I was a master chef of sorts and concocted my own recipe for a giant cookie. We were staying at a friend's cabin in New Mexico (ironic considering the title of your entry) and I decided to go forth with my baking plans. At ten, I was unaware that turning the oven "on" did not mean turning it all the way up. I don't remember what I put in that cookie, but I do remember the moment it went up in smoke...and the fire engines...and the look on my poor mother's face. Whoops. Your cookies look pretty good on the cookie sheet! Maybe there's hope for us yet. Happy Monday!
Suburban Island
Damn the timer. I get in trouble because I don't hear the timer over the din of the music I am playing. I am burning rice right now.
[2004-03-22 20:40:02]
Damn the timer. I get in trouble because I don't hear the timer over the din of the music I am playing. I am burning rice right now.
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