Nope, nothing sinister done towards fmq's pooch of similar phonics but rather with my maiden attempt at baking cookies. That's a pretty tall feat considering I could screw things up even with the aid of cookie mix. An overzealous addition of butter was fingered as the main culprit behind the failed attempt.
Betty Crockers, even the cookie mix itself smells good.
Papa scooping the butter loaded cookie dough onto the oven tray.
Holy shit! The cookies are expanding at a rate faster than Lin Chi Ling's boobs at puberty.
Large, unappealing looking "cookies" that collapse faster than Cristano Ronaldo when tackled.
Betty Crockers, even the cookie mix itself smells good.
Papa scooping the butter loaded cookie dough onto the oven tray.
Holy shit! The cookies are expanding at a rate faster than Lin Chi Ling's boobs at puberty.
Large, unappealing looking "cookies" that collapse faster than Cristano Ronaldo when tackled.
While my maiden attempt at baking flopped badly, and also resulting me having the runs after downing too much butter laden "cookies", I'm intrigued by the whole pastries making process and can vision myself utilizing the oven more frequently. So don't be surprised when you received a cookbook bearing my name ("How not to bake like tyw") as a present in a few years time.
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