To me, it doesn’t feel like baking when I cut corners. Pre-made pie crusts, Cool Whip, mixes.
Doesn’t stop me. Sometimes you just want dessert. Now.
I wanted dessert now
every moment of every day a few times this week. There is something nostalgic about it, I suppose, and pregnancy definitely brings out the Sitting-on-a-Porch-Drinkin’-Country-Time-Lemonade Vibe in me.
I went super-classic. Nestle Toll House.
Now, usually I try to bring in a bag o’ tricks when doin’ the classics. Refrigerate the dough to let the wet ingredients better permeate the dry ones (molecular size of the dry ingredients prohibits immediate penetration of wet ones. Seriously. And here you thought I was just another monkey face.)
Not this time. Cookies. Now. Want.
In the interest of not having to go through the horror of needing a new wardrobe because my maternity clothes got to tight, I decided on a half batch. This amused me only because it’s one of the few times I get to use my 1/8 c measuring cup. It’s so dainty!
Batch was made and devoured within 30 minutes of leaving the oven. Yes, I shared.
This past weekend I wanted pumpkin muffins. Now. (Although that should be assumed.)
It is with heavy heart that I tell you that I used a box mix. I did make my own streusel top. Still. Box. Mix.
Mixes feed into my impatience. This particular mix (Libby) smelled so damned good.
I did have a bit of a problem opening the (cringe) packet of icing, so, without thinking, I snipped right across the top of the entire packet, rather than just a small corner. The icing glopped and dribbled, and I didn’t have enough to cover all the muffins. (No problem. See previous comment about maternity clothing.)
Per usual, Bloodhound-nosed Huzzy came sniffing about. Rather than take a muffin and make a quick get-away, he made some sort of throaty guffaw and backed away.
I had no idea what the issue was. They smelled delicious and tasted delicious.
…and certainly not salty.