I decided Sunday was a good day to make chocolate chip cookies. I don't bake very often, but I've always enjoyed puttering around in the kitchen. And I knew my daughter was going to be here, so I could send a lot of them home with her.
A good baker tastes as she goes along. Right? Butter, brown sugar, vanilla, lots of chocolate chips. Mmmmm.
Alright, so MimiJr takes cookies home, but I'm still left with about 2 dozen of these yummy bits of chocolatey goodness sitting in a ziploc bag on the kitchen counter.
Mimi... Mimi... You know we're in here... Come toward the kitchen... Come toward the kitchen...
My resolve to be a good diabetic was weakening. They looked sooooo tempting and I knew if I opened that bag, the heady aroma of brown sugar and chocolate would obliterate what measley amount of willpower I had left.
I'm helpless before the cookie gods. I ate one. Then another. I knew I was crossing into the danger zone, so before I could talk myself out of it, I threw the bag into the freezer. Out of sight, out of mind, right? In my bizarre little fantasy world, I reasoned that the fact that they were now frozen would make them less of a temptation. I would be less likely to stuff my face with the forbidden treasure.
Here is what I learned yesterday: Frozen chocolate chip cookies are very hard. They are also every bit as yummy as unfrozen ones.
Hello, my name is Mimi, and I am a chocoholic.
