I learned a very valuable lesson tonight. A lesson that deep in my heart, I knew long ago, but was afraid to admit. I lesson that crushes this mommy's heart.
I can not bake.
There I said it. I admit it. As a mom, I have often dreamed about making cookies with my kids. Baking their birthday cakes (we all remember this post, do we not?). Making cupcakes for their school. Well, praise Jesus they are homeschooled. I would mortify my children.
Yesterday I was looking around
The Pioneer Woman and I saw a really "easy" cookie recipe.
Well. Those sweet little cookies are SO not what I got. Here are my cookies:
Yeah, that blob in the center? Santa. Hot mess in the top right hand corner? Frosty.
Here is take 2. Check out Santa in this one. He looks like he has hit the eggnog a little too hard.
It was a sad, sad night for me. My baking days are OVER! I should have known better. From now on, it's Lofthouse Sugar cookies. I refuse to even think about anything else.
Now if you want me to cook some sesame chicken, I can nail that. So at least I am not a total kitchen failure, I suppose.