C's cooking school

My poor kiddies are going to grow up not knowing how to cook or especially bake (I'm not good at either and don't like to do either). My idea of chocolate chip cookies is to buy the place and bake kind. Once C asked if he could help me make cookies. I said "sure." He said "I want to put them on the pan!" Poor guy.

Funny story about my cookies though. About 5 years ago, I cleaned house for a lady that worked with Daddy. Back then it was just C and me. We would go one day a month and C would spend a few hours in his pack and play while I cleaned. We usually brought a lunch and took a break around noon. One lunch, I brought some of these famous cookies and accidentally left one there. Next day Daddy got "grilled" on how I make my cookies. The husband had found that one cookie and ranted and raved about how good it was. He declared it as good as his grandma's. The wife wasn't too happy when she found out that they were just plain old place and bake cookies. Too funny.

The other day C helped me make brownies--you guessed it--out of the box. We did have to mix in a few ingredients. After we were done he, licked the spoons. Thought you would enjoy the results. Maybe someone will take pity on me and my kiddies and show them how chocolate chip cookies are truly made.