Domestic Goddess

Mommy, are you sure you know what you're doing?

I am a domestic goddess. There is nothing that I can't do. To demonstrate my excellence I decided to have some freshly baked peanut butter cookies waiting for my sweet husband when he got home. So I pulled out my KitchenAid 5 quart mixer. Yeah that's right, I'm not trying to brag or anything but it is awesome! I got it for my birthday. Thanks, Buddy and Vi! I whipped up the dough in no time. It truly was a pleasure. I painstakingly rolled the balls of dough to be all the same size to assure that the cookies would bake uniformly. Consistency is key. I made the hash marks with a fork look just right and into the oven they went. The recipe called for an oven preheated to 375. Our oven seems to cook really hot so I adjusted the temperature to 350. Then I set the timer for 8 minutes instead of 10-12 as suggested.

Visions of perfectly golden brown cookies filled my head as I tidied the kitchen. I would take some to the spa tomorrow on a pretty little plate to offer to clients. Everyone would marvel at my abilities. The timer alerted with a beep! beep! beep!.  I turned towards the oven and .....uh, oh. There was smoke streaming out of the door. Crap. This is what I ended up with.

Apparently I had somehow hit the temperature dial on the oven and turned it to almost 500 degrees! Brilliant. So, Violet and I took an opportunity to play outside while the smoke cleared.  I am glad to report that the second batch came out much better! Not enough to share with clients, but Buddy was happy!