There's Simply No Excuse

I decided to bake some chocolate chip cookies the other day; the old-fashioned way--store bought cookie dough, already portioned, ready for baking.  This concept is really a brilliant idea.  There's no dirty kitchen.  No sticky fingers.  No thought.

Exhibit A:  The Mutant Cookies

I'm still trying to figure out what went wrong.  My execution was not as 'turn key' as anticipated.  Quite frankly, I feel the need to submit a formal apology to my children and husband.  Apparently when Mommy's in the kitchen it's a culinary roller coaster ride of extreme food highs and some super bombs that no normal dog would eat (completely justifying why my dogs are officially abnormal).

While these cookies were definitely not 'show-worthy'; they still tasted good and were completely devoured . . . mostly by me.