Michael and his parents, who have been visiting from Ohio, this week have been working on projects around the house during the work days while I’m at work. Many of these projects have been in the kitchen and I’m thankful for what has been accomplished. They are always so kind and helpful–TERRIFIC-EST inlaws EVER, and its fabulous to have them here!
SOOOOOOOO…Last weekend, my sister-in-law made me some cookie dough for the freezer (THANKS SO MUCH, LAURA!), and IT HAS BEEN WONDERFUL being able to pop the dough in the oven to have cookies available for my in-laws throughout the week. SO VERY NICE!
Last night, I baked about 3 dozen of the cookies, thinking that Michael was having additional guests over. Today, the cookies were mostly gone when I got home from work, so I went to pop some more in the oven. Slight problem: My favorite cookie pan was nowhere to be found. Like previously mentioned, there have been projects going on the kitchen this week, so I figured that someone moved it. I frantically searched throughout the cupboards in the kitchen, but was unable to find my special tray. It was nowhere! I started to presume that my neighbor (the one who knows the color of my kitchen and peeks in my windows) was perhaps envious of my amazing stoneware pan, and had come into our house under the cover of darkness to steal it. There was no explanation!!! That is, until I opened the oven door, and sitting in the oven was my cookie pan from last night! Why is this a big deal, you ask? There were a dozen cookies still on the tray. It’s official. I’m crazy.
