I, however, ran into some bumps in the road.Sure… they look pretty… but this stupid batch of cookies fought me every step of the way. The end result was less than impressive. Too dry. Almost bitter. Not up to my standards.
And on top of that, the marshmallow buttercream (yes- marshmallow buttercream, ya’ll) ended up being not as thick as I remember- making it prone to becoming a massive melted mess during transport in the middle of July.
Don’t get me wrong- they weren’t bad. But I’m not about to send off baked goods that don’t live up to my expectations to others. It’s not my style.
So I hung my head. Emailed Jessica and Kelly (it was her birthday!). And said I’d try again the next week.
Then I passed off the fail cookies onto my coworkers. They’re like garbage disposals and will eat anything.
And as to prevent another baking fail, I turned back to a few that I’ve tried already. Cookies would be the best to travel. I still had Oreos left from Mon’s birthday dessert. OMG it looks like I get to make oreo-stuffed cookies again!There’s no way these don’t turn out well. And to make sure I wasn’t being completely boring by repeating an old recipe, I did a little remix.Ande’s mints and dark chocolate chips in half, Reese’s Pieces in the other half.
Yeah I opened the bag of Reese’s beforehand. You would have done it, too.And you know what? It’s sort of like R. Kelly’s “Ignition” remix- sometimes you may just like it better than the original anyway.“Hot and fresh out the kitchen….”
I love these things. It feels like you ate 2 or 3 cookies, but you can still claim it was only one. That’s more my style.
I also heart them because I have a soft spot in my heart for Reese’s of any kind. (If you ever want to impress me, write that down for future reference.)
The remix was a success.
My coworker and I also decided to mix it up with a random run together during the week.
Like that segue I did there? Corny. But I’m running with it… (aaaahhhh puns!)
Whatever. This is the dude I was supposed to run with on Saturday, but we both really sucked at coordinating plans.
Last night we straightened out our issues out and went for it.
Our meeting point it still a pretty decent hike from my place, so I ran 1.7 miles before even hooking up with him at the lakefront. From there, we ran another 4.1- giving me a total of 5.8 miles. Or something like that. Given that I never run much more than 4 miles during the week, you can be sure I slept like a baby. Which also rarely happens during the week…
The run went well- only issue is that we’re different paces, so it’s hard to match up from time to time. And then I made him stop at one point because of a serious cramp.
He asked if it was something I ate.
It’s hard telling a guy coworker about your woman problems.
So yes… it was something I ate.
The rest of the conversation was not so awkward. Thankfully.
In conclusion? Baking for blog friends is fun. Running with friends is fun. Sleeping like a baby is fun.