why i shouldn't cook. and certainly should not even consider a career that would get me anywhere near a kitchen. i could be dangerous.

i baked some cookies tonight. ghiradelli's chocolate chip. i had made some tuesday (peanut butter chocolate chip) but we ate them all. going climbing with a bunch of friends this weekend, so i thought i'd bring some cookies. it'll make them all think i can actually cook (wives are supposed to, aren't they? ugh.), and that i actually do (on rare occasion). the cookies are from a mix (shh!) so all you have to do is add butter and an egg. simple. into my kitchen aid mixer goes the mix, 1/2 cube of butter, and an egg. i turn it on and the dough begins to form. it's looking awfully crumbly, so i take it off to mix it by hand. i couldn't get it to smooth out or even be molded into a ball. i re-examine the directions. 'put mix and 1/2 cu. (1 STICK) of butter...'

oh. 1 whole stick. yeah. i knew that.

hey, at least i didn't blow up the kitchen.