These aren’t even homemade — they’re refrigerated toll house cookies, and I wasn’t even the one who put them in the oven this morning — Brian did. All I had to do was take them out when the timer went off. I heard the timer, but I didn’t really hear it, know what I mean? It wasn’t until I smelled something burning that I remembered there were cookies in the oven.
Why I Am Not a Domestic Goddess
February 6th, 2006 | Everyday Life
OMFG. That is so funny! Please don’t send me cookies for my birthday…I’ll do ANYTHING you ask, but PLEASE, NO COOKIES!
you’re a goddess in so many other ways, though . . .
omg that is hilarious! I really shouldn’t even be laughing. If I was responsible for cookies they’d burn too. LOL!
Is it sick that I still want those cookies, even though they’re burned?
all right, Kentucky, it’s Mrs. Field’s for you.
pantheranon, you are so sweet. i love you.
Abby, laugh away.
Margaret, no, it isn’t. i actually tried eating the ones in the upper lefthand corner, but they were bad. i do like my cookies just a little bit burnt. for real.
The “smoke detector” was never designed to be a timer in the kitchen. Ha-Ha. Later.
Don’t worry about it. I can’t even keep from burning popcorn when I use the “popcorn” button on the microwave.
HAHA That reminds me of this one time I was making tacos and I was warming up the shells. They were only supposed to be in there for a few minutes and I totally forgot. Well, my whole apartment was so smokey I couldn’t even stay in here. I had to open the windows and the door.
good one, John. you got me there.
kristin, come on, even i can manage that!
Marie, that reminds me of the time i boiled a mouthguard so it would have a custom-fit to my mouth. i lost the instructions and boiled it for 2 minutes. well, you’re only supposed to boil it for 30 seconds. oops.
Oh Man! That is just too sad!
Peace………..
Nothing is worse than burning popcorn in a dorm room with poor ventilation.
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Hey how is that possible…Stumbling Through Life With Grace is also my tenant? HUH! What?
Helen, it’s sad, all right.
Janet, thanks for stopping by! eewww, i can practically smell that burnt popcorn.
you can be at a tenant at more than one blog at a time!
Totally agreed. It wasn’t until I had been (believe it or not) a burger flipper for Wendy’s for about 5 months that I got some kind of automatic timer in my head. It’s a gift, but I still burn shit all the time because I don’t hear the timer.
Barb, don’t feel so bad. I made a batch of burnt cookies at Christmas. I brought them in to work and the little piggies I work with actually ATE THEM!!! LOL!!!! I couldn’t believe it.
Gustavo knows what i’m talkin’ ’bout!
Ananke, bwahahaha!!! nice.
lmao, Himself is just the same
There’s something very science fiction like about the one in the top left – they way they have grown and absorbed the surrounding buns!
My wife and I both do that, Barb. I have to remind her that the timer rang and she fails to hear it when I have to hear it….
hahahahaha… it looked like the cookies were trying to make a run for it through the upper left corner.
cooking is not for everyone. (i.e. me)
Its a frisbee!
No, wait! Its a hockey puck!
Neither folks! It just a Tollhouse cookie baked with love and care by Barb!
Too funny!
You rock. That part in the corner looks like it made it!
Ratty, so what are you saying, it’s an American thing?
Joel, you know what i mean, then. it’s not just me, right?
Mark, Frodo, bLitch, and digibrill, hardy har har. but yes, i agree with all of you.
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um…what are those?
they’re a science project–what’d you think they were?
? now do you see why i don’t make chicken adobo?