the turkey was spectacular, brooke salivated over sweet potatoes and marshmallows. I bought 7even jeans for... wait for it... THIRTY DOLLARS! yes i am amazing.
then i got home and decided to bake cookies for a party. foul #1: yeah we have loads of pie why am i baking? #2: yeah the party's tomorrow i'm stupid.
ANYHOW. i rolled them and placed them on this cookie sheet with holes. little holes. like, mesh looking. and i've made cookies in it before... right? correction: i've made cookies in it before with wax paper between.
and the cookies essentially dripped through. it was like a spaghetti machine. i pulled the remains out, and not enough dough has disappeared that i suspected, but i saw little pellets at the bottom of the oven and i was like, "some poor sucker..." I realized the fault was mine when I tried to take the cookies off and they were stuck to the sheet through the holes (if that makes any sense). So i took a nap and cleaned the oven. not quite how i like to spend my vacation...
norcal is cold, and no i am NOT a wuss for thinking so. despite what you may have heard.
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