I humbly ask forgiveness…I’m new at this.
So, it never occurred to me that if one was posting an entry about cookies (and crackers), that people were going to read it (like, for instance, you wanted them to) and then the people staring at the pictures of the cookies might be interested in the recipe.
Martha would never make this mistake. Martha would have wrapped up cookie care packages for each guest with an adorable little printout of the recipe tied to the package with festive ribbons.
I really chose a pretty high peg to hang my hat on. Martha Stewart. Oh, and Pioneer Woman. I’m not going to feel inadequate about myself, my home, my cooking, my blog or my photography any time ever, oh no! Not me!
I should really start looking for psychotherapists now.
OH! AND…(I’ve really worked myself up here)…I mentioned Julia in my last post, cavalierly assuming that everyone would remember who Julia was, cause my blog is just THAT important and everyone remembers EVERYTHING I say all. the. time.
I should just not be let out of the house. That’s all there is to it.
So to make ammends:
The cookie recipe came from AllRecipes.com, which is my go-to recipe site, and the recipe can be found here: Best Peanut Butter Cookie Recipe. Notes: per some reviewers, we cut the sugar down by half-cup and split the sugar half-white, half-brown. Also, although delicious, they did not store well and many many of them have fallen apart (not that I have any objection to eating cookies with a spoon, however.)
Julia is from Work, Wife, Mom…Life! and was the kind soul who featured me on her blog yesterday.
And my neighbor asked if she could borrow my kids. Sure. But then you have to feed them. Not a task to be undertaken lightly.
Ok, the penalty for this horrible breach of lifestyle-humor-home-decor-cooking-catwrangling-parenting-blogger etiquette is: -10 Martha Points.
I’ll get this all down. Honest.
Thank you for being patient.
Thank you for not yelling at me (I got scolded by another blogger today. It’s left a mark. I’m psychologically scarred now.)
And where’s my cocktail?
It’s 4:47. Close enough.
In Pursuit of Martha Points 