My boobs were my tools of the trade for almost 20 months.

Once my youngest daughter weaned herself from the Magical Boob Juice, the fun really began!

(And by fun we all know I mean chaos!)

Pull up a chair, sit a while, read a few pages.

Keep and open mind and a joyful heart and you too can get pumped into the world of The Milk Maid.


Once Again, Friday Mish-Mash

Because I am the BEST WIFE EVER... at least of all the previous Mrs. Big J's... I decided to something very special for my dearest Jef.

No it wasn't anything like that. Get out of the gutter people!

I decided- after Jef mentioned one of his favorite childhood memories- to bake him cookies. No, not just any cookies (why would it be that simple?). These cookies had to be just like the cookies a friend of Jef's mom used to make for him once a year, on his birthday, and wrapped up in a shoe box just for Jef. Jef wouldn't share the cookies with his siblings, and he would nibble away slowly, savoring each and every crumbly morsel of these magical cookies.

I thought about giving the special cookies a go for a while. I'm not much of a baker, you see. I'm much more comfortable weilding a large kitchen knife. I occasionally even use said knife while I'm actually cooking (harharhar you laugh).

The problem with the cookies comes in here with Jef's description:
They are thin, but cake-like. And have thin chocolate icing that is crisp and it holds them together!

"Huh?!", says me. A cookie is a cookie is a cookie. Right?

Jef finally uttered the magical phrase to inspire my inner cookie-baking goddess to emerge:

You would be completely perfect if you could make these cookies!

The last time I heard that phrase uttered (and I already know I am completely perfect, so no one has to fret or dwell on that any longer- ok?) was when he begged me to make potato pancakes (or tater patties) "just like mom used to make". I was all, "Ohhh, so it's a challenge now. I can do that!".

And I did... K can tell you just how perfect the potato pancakes are.
Back to the cookies.... I made them. They were thin (but not thin enough) and they were definately cake-like. The chocolate icing didn't turn out too well, but it was ok. Siiiigh.
He enjoyed the effort at least!
Which means I don't have to use my big bad knife on him.
--The Milk Maid says pack it up and send it off (in your brand new Johnston and Murphy no doubt!)


The Mother Hen said...

What are these magic cookies called? I am always up for a good baking challenge.

Becky said...

Yuummmm. Cookies.

Michell said...

Cookies of any sort sound good to me.

B said...

You know what the A in your name stands for? AWESOME! : ) Or Aradia..whatever. Way to give it that ol' college try anyways girl.

twondra said...

Now you've got me hungry for cookies! :)

Marcy "meg" said...

Aren't you a sweetie!!!!

Candace said...

Go Cookies. Big J Is a lucky Guy! TRUTH....The only cookies I make are the kind that you snap off and place on a cookie sheet. I admire you Betty Crocker Rocking Chef/Baker types. Plus I LOVE to eat the creations...LOL!

Anonymous said...

Now I want to make cookies. Damn.
Can I have your recipe?

my cowgirl alter-ego said...

I want the recipe too! B can make them for me.

And I could tell you about the p cakes. I think I should write them a letter of recommendation. YEa, that would do it.