Let's all laugh at Write-Brained

My kid and I were hanging out together at home today after spending the morning out in the sun, so I got the crazy idea of baking cookies from scratch. My kid has been raised on the pre-packaged cookies and I thought it would be fun for the two of us to bake together.

I haven't baked in a while, but I always had a knack for it in high school, baking cakes and pies.

Boy, did I fuck the cookies up. The batter was so soupy that when I put it in the oven, the "dough" spread out on the cookie sheet and was boiling within minutes. It was awful. I put in another cup of flour, but all it is is some damn sugary soup.

The kid was not very impressed.

I'm still trying to deduce what I did wrong. We didn't have a 1/4 cup so I had to guess on the measurements a bit. I think I put in too much butter. We didn't have sticks of butter, so I basically put in two cups of that margarine that comes in the gray tubs. I'm sure someone here can tell me why that didn't work.

My wife was rolling on the floor at work when I told her. The kid - my pride and joy, the apple of my eye - looks at me and tells me, "I told you, you put in too much butter."

Thanks, kid. Glad you have my back.

 

Margarine and butter are not the same thing. I think I remember my mom saying you can't cook with the tub margarine stuff.

 

Can't laugh at all, cause you were doing the good dad thing and hanging out with your kid, and that's awesome.

 

ditto.

you just got yourself a lifetime funny story to tell on yourself forever about you and your kid -- boy or girl, by the way? nothing ever wrong or embarrassing about that.

 

That's a great story

 

Before I laugh at you, my friend, you must answer me one question: Were you wearing an apron?

Your little girl sounds like a blast. My niece would do the same thing: "No, you're doing it all wrong. Watch me. ..."

 

Can't laugh because I've been there.
Except for me it was bananas in rice crispy treats.
But I feel for ya WB.

 

Couldn't agree more.

Now every time you or the kid bites into a bad cookie for the rest of your lives, you'll both think about that Saturday afternoon together back in '08. And that's great.

Just like every time I find a biscuit of questionable origin on my plate, I think back to the time 20 years ago my Mom realized she was out of flour halfway through cooking a fried chicken dinner. The story gets told and retold every time my mom and my brothers and me have dinner together, which regrettably isn't more than once or twice a year these days ... but I still cherish the memories.

 

I can't laugh. I once used olive oil in brownies.

My dads STILL remind me about that even though it happened 17 years ago.

 

W-b, is it all right if I laugh with you rather than at you?

Because you made time for your kid, even if it didn't work out. A very cool thing you have done.

 

I agree.

Somehow, I don't think the taste of the cookies or the fact they didn't turn out right was the most important part of your tale.

I'm sure she'll laugh about that years from now but look on the incident with warm memories. Because you and she spent time together.

 

Yes, the story will live longer than the cookies ever would have.

And yeah, the tub margarine was your problem. That shit's not good for much of anything.