I don't often write about my culinary skills because frankly, I don't want to make anyone feel bad.
I'm that good.
This morning though, something happened that impressed even myself.
Jason has some business associates coming to town and he mentioned how nice it would be if he could take them some homemade chocolate chip cookies.
I thought about my schedule and knew the only time I could make them would be early this morning.
"What if I mix the dough and you bake the cookies?" I asked.
Then I threatened him. "Do NOT grease the cookie sheet. Don't even think about greasing that cookie sheet. And then when you think maybe you'll just try it anyway, DON'T do it."
I think he finally believed me.
But back to this morning.
I had finished mixing the dough and was about to clean off the beater when I decided to add a little bit more flour.
Remember how Jason gave me an awesome red kitchenaid mixer for Christmas?
I had lowered the bowl to add the flour, but forgot to raise the bowl to mix it.
Oh...it was amazing.
I turned the mixer on and chunks of dough went flying everywhere.
There was dough on the floor, on the wall, on the counter, in the sink, on my shirt...
All I could do was stand there and laugh.
Like I said, I'm that good.