375 Degrees

Happy New Year Everyone! I can't complain with how the first two weeks of 2009 have played out except for how freakin freezing it's been. That includes NYE. I was in Boston with the new boy who will be referred to as N.B. from now on. We saw hysterical comedian Joel McHale who also could not get over how freaking cold it was. Besides the fact that I almost killed a train of snowplows on the way there and the taxi driver who insisted on driving extremely slow while taking a wrong turn with minutes to spare to midnight - we had a great time.



So fast forward two weeks to last night and N.B. stops over and finds me wrapped up with multiple layers and a blanket wrapped around me in my freezing apartment. He suggests that I put my oven on and open the oven door which was a fabulous idea. So as I'm pumping that baby up to 375 degrees I think - wouldn't it be great to bake some cookies? It's only after 10:00 on a Wednesday night - a perfect time to make cookies. So I suddenly realize i have the cookie mix BFF from high school gave me for christmas. (he is so domestic) It's one of those mason jars with all the layers of ingredients. (it looked so pretty I didn't want to ruin it). I realize I don't have any eggs so I give a knock on my awkward next door neighbor's door to see if he has any (who as he's getting them is making all these faces like his eyes are adjusting to the light - please). However, we are in luck.



So I start to dump all the ingredients in the bowl and have a road block when I see the brown sugar in the mason jar is rock solid. Thank god N.B. has some muscles cause he had to attack that which left a spoon bent in half.



So here we go...



1st cookie attempt - N.B. teaches me how to play texas hold em while the cookies are baking. I take them out and N.B. thinks we need 2 more minutes. I listen and all of a sudden smoke is coming out my easy bake oven. Cookies burned.



2nd cookie attempt - I have half the bowl of cookie dough left so we give this another whirl. N.B. and I get preoccupied ;). Cookies burned. Again.



3rd cookie attempt - As N.B. and I are laughing about how my neighbor would explain to the firefighters why the building burned down. ("I don't know sir..I lent her an egg and then all of a sudden smoke was coming out of her apartment") I scrape enough cookie dough out of the bowl to make 4 final cookies. I pull out my secret weapon - tin foil. I will not let these cookies burn again. I stand by the oven and literally watch them bake pulling them out every few minutes. And there we have it - four perfectly baked cookies. At 12:05 in the morning.