I wanted chocolate chip cookies tonight, but didn't want to spend the time and effort to actually make chocolate chip cookies (nor did I have the counter space or necessary mixing bowls, but that's another story). Luckily, I had a bag of Betty Crocker cookie mix in the cupboard, so I busted it out. They're alright. Nothing phenomenal, but I didn't expect any miracles. The whole project only took me a stick of butter, one egg, a bag of mix, and a total of 15 minutes.
My baking gene is now angry at me and raging about my cop-out cookies, though. I love to bake - and I'm pretty good at it - and I'm embarrassed that I resorted to bagged cookie mix. I don't think I've ever purchased this stuff before, let alone made it.
Let my lazy ass be a lesson to you, ladies: bagged cookies is what happens to you when you have an energetic toddler, plus a husband who is too lazy to do the dishes and clean the kitchen as often as he should.
Being a wife and mother is awesome.
1 comment:
Pssst... I feel your shame. I bought some too because they were insanely cheap on one of my shopping excursions. I went with the oatmeal so I can add a bunch of stuff to them a la AM, only EASIER!
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