One of the best parts of being a kid is the Holiday’s. Luckily I grew up with a big family. They were fun, had great hearts (I mean that in the kind way. In the healthy way we have terrible hearts) awesome, always down for a good time and they loved to eat.
Did I mention these cookies were gluten free? Nope, because if I did you would whine and cry that they probably don’t taste good or that they’re dry, because that’s what you’ve always been told.
Being that I come from a loving, caring, close and hilarious family, I received a gift box for my Birthday in the mail from my loved ones. I know they love me because they give me a hard time and they never let me forget the times I’ve made a complete ass out of myself.
Thank you so much for coming back! You have no idea how much I appreciate you! I really do. I hate to sound desperate or needy but I am, so there you have it. Again I apologize for last week.
I know I act a fool more often than I should. It’s a blessing and a curse really. It’s a blessing because people don’t expect anything from me because they think I’m an idiot and it’s a curse because people think I’m an idiot. Which I am an idiot when it comes to life but in the kitchen I kinda actually know what I’m doing.
Double fudge you’ll-complain-thery’re-too-rich-yet-you-know-you’re-going-to-eat-six cookies.
A friend and I had an idea to venture into starting a cookie company. Then we decided it wasn’t really where the money was. You see, we’re not really about doing what makes us happy, we want to be rich and travel. So many people are about the happiness factor and I really don’t understand this thinking. It boggles my mind.