At 2:30, I decided that I was going to at least try to make some cookies, so I searched my entire house for my friend Amanda's famous sugar cookie recipe. I had been looking for this recipe for a few days. And do you know how I finally found it?
By accident! Complete and utter accident. I opened my binder today and viola! There it was. We won't mention how many times I had already looked in the binder! So at 2:30 today I decided to make her cookies. I want them for our neighbors-treats that I like to do every year. I need a lot because I want to give them to 12 different families. Maybe it's 14. Okay, so it's probably more like fourteen.
So I had to make a lot of cookies: at least 14 dozen (plus an extra dozen so we could decorate ugly Christmas cookies for our own family!) Amanda's recipe makes 3 dozen if you really stretch it, so at first I decided to increase the ingredients by 6 times. When I realized that it was already 2:30, I decided that I needed a reality check and surmised that I should only double the recipe. Sure I probably wouldn't get a dozen for each of my neighbors, but we would at least start. As of now, I wasn't going to give any neighbors a treat bag.
Deciding to double it took a lot of pressure off of myself. So I looked, and the first ingredient was butter. 3/4 cup of butter. Oh, that is a cinch to double! So I put in what I perceived to be 1 1/2 cups of butter. Quite suddenly in the middle of my tootling along in this escapade, I realized that I had put in two and a half cups of butter, not 1. I hadn't doubled it; I had tripled it, but I was still short a half cup. So I added it. I immediately called Amanda to laugh about my brillance!
Now, Amanda is truly my friend but we haven't actually spoken for like a year and a half. In the past year, she has had a baby to make her household a 4 children household, has been homeschooling, has been writing a book, and has been baking until her head pops off! All I can say is that I have four children and I'm trying to live the perfect life. Man, the perfect life is a lot of work! So to say the least, we haven't had the chance to connect very much.
So she was caught unaware by this freaking out, laughing lady who was trying not to go into hysterics. She helped me to calm down, we caught up for a few minutes, and then I got off the phone so that
But I wasn't ready to concentrate completely yet. So I called Dacia.
Oh, good ol' Dacia.
Me--Hi! What is 3/4 cup doubled?
Dacia-- A cup and a half?
Me--Right! And how many sticks of butter would that be?
Me--Right! How many sticks of butter did I put in?
Dacia-- Oh, no!
Me-- Oh, yes! I put in FIVE! Five sticks of butter. And then I added the sugar for a doubled batch and couldn't figure out what was wrong. I realized that I didn't double the recipe I tripled it, but not quite so I added another stick of butter so that I would have 3 full cups of butter. So I effectively TRIPLED the batch.
Me--Oh, no. I didn't triple the batch, did I? I quadrupled it, didn't I?
Dacia--So how much did the original recipe call for?
Me--3/4 cup of butter!
Dacia--And you put in 6 sticks equalling 3 cups? Yep, you quadrupled it!
Me--So now I have to add another cup of sugar, 2 more eggs, more vanilla, more flour!? I don't know how I'm going to mix this all together! My bowls are big enough!
Dacia--laughing (do you see how much help she can be?) You are going to be rolling out cookies all NIGHT!
Me--Oh, no. No, I will not be. I will roll them out once, cut them into squares with the pizza cutter, and be done.
As we were talking, I started to combine the creamed ingredients with the dry mixture and had to give up on the spoon sinking my hands deep into the mess.
Dacia--do you need me to send over Andy (her husband) to eat some dough?
Me--Well, now that I have cookie dough all over my fingers, all I need him to do is eat that, but I am not okay with him eating off my fingers! Yeck!
Dacia--Oh, he would figure a way to get the cookie dough off your fingers so that he could eat it without doing that!
Me--Dacia? I can't hang up the phone. It's in between my shoulder and ear and I can't get this cookie dough off my hands. Eventually, you are going to need to hang up, but I won't be able to. So I will be stuck looking like I'm talking to you without anyway of fixing this problem!
Yeah, she's a helpful one! That one!
To say the least, my cookie dough is still in my fridge chillin'. It's a little intimidating! But fear not, I will not let cookie dough get the better of me!
I SHALL SUCCEED!
I'm joining Heather at The EO.