Yesterday, while shopping for lunch at the grocery store, RTY asked, “can we make cookies?”
Me: What kind of cookies?
RTY: Olympic cookies.
Me: What kind of cookies are Olympic cookies?
RTY: Round.
Me: Are they peanut butter? Cinnamon chip? Sugar?
RTY: Cinnamon chip.
Me: yes, we can make cookies.

I sent her to buy a box of butter, but really, I should have had her go in search of acne treatments given how bad for us the cookies are!

Back at home, sherlock started the grilled ham and cheese sandwiches while RTY and I started the cookies. And, because I suck, I kept discovering missing ingredients. So, the cinnamon chip cookies (generally just your classic chocolate chip cookie recipe, but I live with three weirdos who don’t like chocolate, so we substitute cinnamon chips, which, btw, are nearly impossible to find except around Christmas, when I stock pile) had to be improvised. Now, don’t get me wrong, the cookies taste fabulous, but they are ugly. I used too much butter given the missing dry ingredient, and that I didn’t substitute enough additional flour. Ugly, flat, super crispy cookies. Tasty, but ugly.

Before I started the peanut butter cookies sherlock requested, I bought the missing ingredients. I didn’t want two ugly batches of cookies.

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