I love cookies. Well, to be honest, I love food and it almost doesn’t matter what it is, but today three baking sheets of cookies stole my heart. Forever, I’m afraid.
I had fallen in love with them already before they saw the oven from the inside. The dough was sweet, so heavenly sweet, and actually I love every dough whose ingredients contain different types of sugar. Fantastic, really.
Unfortunatly I couldn’t stop myself from tasting this unbelivable sweet dough, so when the first sheet of cookies was ready and left the oven, my stomach said „Please, stop eating, I’ve had enough!“
Needless to say that this couldn’t prevent me from tasting one or two or five of the baked cookies, too. And they were gorgeous!
I only had regrets when I went back home from my friend’s house, for I felt really sick smelling all the people making barbecue in their gardens… But there is a large box filled with cookies down in our kitchen, and I don’t think they will live to see the morning sun again.
(as you see, the cookies increased dramatically. If you ask me I’d say that this has something to do with my friends attitude „why measure the baking powder? Just put it in there, everthing!“)