Alternative title: Laugh your ass off, Martha.
I actually managed to get my act together enough to make cookies! Really! And the spice-bombs turned out just right. The lemon cookies… um. Well, there was a little too much yellow food coloring in the icing, and the only sprinkles we have are green, so I guess we’re Packers fans, just for this Christmas. They taste okay, though. The cookies, I mean. Not (necessarily) the Packers.
As for the chocolate chip “cookies,” well, there were alternate instructions for making bar cookies, but of course the pan I used wasn’t exactly the dimensions the recipe called for, and I still haven’t quite figured out how to compensate for the ways that German ovens are different from American ones, so after following the baking instructions we had very sweet, very gooey slime. Another fifty-hundred minutes on lower heat, and we had… slightly denser slime. Yuck.
As a mother-son bonding experience, it was unbeatable. In terms of generating usable cookies, it was… less so. The in-laws will be hugely impressed, though, re “Wow, you know where your oven is? We had no idea!”
Song du jour of the day: Two Out of Three Ain’t Bad, by Meat Loaf.