BRATBASA! – Cookies, Actually...

Ellie

So after Brat Basa attacked my kitchen, I decided to try something I know a lot better: cookies.

This batch of cookies was pretty run of the mill, but it was when I tried to recreate them at a later date that I ran into trouble. Both batches will be discussed here.

The first batch was made according to a recipe—I know! A recipe? Perish the thought! Anyway, they mostly went according to plan, with light, fluffy dough:

The correct fillings:

A good mixing job:

And me, looking really, really stoned:

My mom took that picture, and while I was going for Sarcastic Donna Reed, she decided to direct me in strange ways, then take the picture while I was in the middle of wondering what was taking so long, and in the middle of a blink. I look more like I should be baking "special" brownies. She also kept going on and on about what a "flattering" picture it was. I think my mom and I have a slightly different idea of what "flattering" means. Either that or I'm butt-ugly and don't know it.

If the latter is true, please don't tell me. I'd prefer to think my mom is crazy.

Also, another reason my camera is crap. This picture and the others were taken within minutes of each other, but my camera thinks this picture was taken several months before, and that both events occurred in 2004.

Anyway, those cookies were tasty and good. The others... slightly more ghetto.

See, I didn't have enough chocolate chips left for that batch because of the Mysterious Alien Turnovers (more on them later). I needed three cups of stuff, and had only one cup of Craisins and three-quarters cup of the chocolate chips. I made up the last of the stuff with macadamia nuts and peanuts. Look, that's what we had.