I believe in luck. I really think that the universe works in a way that provides you with inexplicable moments of joy for no reason at all. I had one of those moments last week when I found the recipe for cookie-stuffed cookies. Because how else can you describe finding a recipe for a cookies with cookies STUFFED INSIDE THEM other than a bit of luck? There was no way that I was going to let my lucky moment go to waste! So upon showing Abby the recipe and having this conversation:
Cookie-stuffed cookies.
Shut up.
We should make them sometime.
Heck yes!
Like tomorrow.
Uh duh.
It was on. We had a plan. A day of cookie-stuffed cookies and lattes for myself, Abby and her sister Randee (mommy to Weston and cat-mommy to Sophie.) Nothing could hold us back! We were going to forge new cookie-making ground! It was an experience, and it was documented.
This is how the day went:
Sunday February 20th, 2011
1:45 p.m- Quinn arrives at Randee’s house, cookie supplies and camera in hand.
2:00 pm- lattes are made, ingredients are assembled and baby Weston is cooed over.






2:15- ingredients are mixed together to the best of our abilities. There is a slight “uh oh” moment with the butter. (This later proves to be our fatal flaw.)




2:30- our Kitchen Roles are assumed:
Quinn is the chief photographer AKA “pour that slower!”
Randee is the music coordinator AKA responsible for the Christmas music wafting through the house.
Abby is the chief mixer, chopper, pourer, scooper, egg cracker and latte maker AKA Abby is making the cookies.
Sophie is the chief cat.


2:40- the wet ingredients (butter, vanilla, eggs, etc) are mixed in with the dry ingredients (flour, sugar, etc.)



2:45- the electric mixer has whipped (literally) our cookie batter into a strange, strange consistency.
It either resembles
A.) whipped cream
B.) yogurt
C.) not typical cookie batter
We now have atypical cookie batter. Abby thinks it’s because the butter was mostly melted (not softened!). Randee thinks we’ve measured something wrong. Quinn is pretty sure it still tastes the same, because she eating it off of her finger.



2:47- Mothers are called. Theories are given.
2:48- more flour is added.
2:49- more flour is added.
2:50- more flour is added and we decide to refrigerate our goopy batter in hopes of regaining our cookie-stuffed cookie dreams.
2:55- we take a brief interlude and snuggle/feed Weston.


3:00- we resume cookie efforts.



3:10- we slide the cookies into the oven.
3:20- we think something has gone wrong.


3:45: we conclude the cookies either look
A.) cancerous
B.) pregnant
C.) delicious


and they were.

I was specifically told to add this photo to the blog because it is Abby and Randee’s sisterly relationship in a nutshell. And although you cannot see it in this photo, they were pretty much wearing the same green sweatshirt.



this is Sophie’s WUT face.
If you have made it to the end of my ridiculously long blog post, please remember to click on the photos to view them “in yo face” style.