How my mind works

I like dessert.

I just do.

I grew up in a house where a Dutch apple pie on a random Wednesday was common place.  My mother loves to bake and we like to eat what she bakes, so while I was growing up we pretty much always had a “treat” after dinner. (although how that makes it a “treat”, I’m not sure…)

And apparently that part of her DNA is strong in me.  I am the Luke Skywalker to her Darth Vader except we like each other and I know she is my mother and we use cupcakes as weapons instead of light sabers. In a loving way.

But anyway…

So, the other night I was like, “Elaine, you should totally bake some cookies but not the same chocolate chip ones you always make.  Peanut butter ones sound good but you could still add chocolate chips because you love chocolate.  Ooh Ooh!!  I think you have milk chocolate chips in the pantry, those would be great in them!  Okay, go check Pinterest and see if you can find a good recipe…. Oh yeah, those look good, and easy and you have all the ingredients except for PB chips but you don’t need those, just more chocolate.  Okay, go get the butter out of the fridge so it can soften…”

And yes, I DO talk to myself in first person.  Don’t you?

So yeah, I made the cookies and they were delish and the kids had one or two right before bed (I’m such an awesome Mom) and I may have eaten a few myself, yada, yada, yada.

Of course all the while the little “you’re not running right now or doing too much exercise at all and you really shouldn’t be making cookies” angel was on my other shoulder all pissed off that I was baking AGAIN.

But food is just so damn good and well, sh!t.  I gotta eat.

p.s. here’s the recipe I used in case the little devil on your other shoulder wins out too.