We all have one.
Or if you’re me, at least 5… maybe 6…
We’re talking about friends with babies. Not benefits. Babies.
And I’m totally cool with it.
Because I’m still working on keeping a house plant alive. Does anyone really trust me with a child? Nope. Surely one day. But for now? I’ll live vicariously through others.
Like through my friend Jaime:Her little girl, Summer, just popped into this world to say hello a week ago. And I’m no expert, but find her quite a precious and adorable little thing.Because I often bring in treats to the office whenever I have extras from a baking spree, and because Jaime’s gone for a couple months, part of my bridal shower gift to her was to bring her baked goods throughout her maternity leave.
Really, it’s selfishness on my part. Because I’m just using it as an excuse to drop by more often.
Obviously, it’s all about me… right?
Because I had a lot of malted milk powder hanging out from when I made the Chubby Hubby cookies. And there was this bag of candy staring me down:Robin Eggs that I got on clearance. It’s the last of the Easter candy that I had hanging around (no judgement about how little of the candy actually went into baking like originally planned, please).
I had to eat all the blue robin eggs. Because Jaime had a girl. So the blue had to go. And I’m not wasteful.
Anyway, if I had actually gone back and read the post about when I baked the chubby hubby cookies, I may have actually remembered how many cookies came out of it.This recipe could really be halved and no one would know the difference. Unless, of course, you’re cooking for a crowd. Or an entire baseball team. Then you should probably make the whole batch.
The recipe for the cookies was also the only one actually followed. When it came to the filling, I really wanted to make the oreo cookie knock-off filling. So I fired up the Google. And searched. And searched. And realized, without vegetable shortening, I was up a creek. Because this week was still a very busy one and a trip to the grocery store was not typed into my Blackberry calendar (aka wasn’t happening).Thank goodness I can always trust good ol’ buttercream to come through for me. Any recipe for it will do (I sort of always eyeball it)- just use at least a stick and a half of butter and a little more powdered sugar/less milk than you normally would as to get a thicker filling that won’t “smush” as quickly once you sandwich the cookies together.
I am none of those things.
When it comes to baking, I’m a girl who lives in the excess.
*That rule also applies to pizza, wine, shoes and Vince Vaughn.
As does crushed candy on top of your creation.
Just make sure there’s a napkin involved. That is my disclaimer- I am not responsible for crushed candy getting all over your house.
Now that I’ve left you good and hungry, I must leave you. It’s time for yet another road trip to St. Louis. This maid-of-honor is SO not going to be the one late for the rehearsal dinner…
Oh yeah… I should probably go water that house plant before I leave…