Except when I’m baking, that is.
For a person who deplores messiness, cringes at the sight of clutter and looks away in the presence of dust, I sure am messy in the kitchen.
As evidenced by the mess you just witnessed, I’ve reacquainted myself with some old friends:
peanut butter (the good stuff, not the natural stuff I make us all eat)
and my shiny right hand
man mixer, Ebony.
Even though I baked last week, as a final hurrah for Craig’s co workers, I was chomping at the bit to get baking today. So far, I’ve made the base for these fudgy, salty, peanut butter brownies and the dough for these perfect soft sugar cookies, which you saw all over Ebony and my counter tops.
Tomorrow, I’ll make up a batch of pinky-red royal icing to decorate the cookies. I’ll also make chocolate cupcakes with fluffy chocolate butter cream.
In other news, you’ll be happy to know that I’m in stellar medical condition and qualified for the lowest premium possible for my life insurance. I’m now worth $100,000. I’m telling you this because in the event that I ‘disappear’ you’ll be able to figure out why that may have happened. When we put this together a few weeks ago, I said to Craig, ‘oh man, now I can’t kill you because they’ll think it’s for your life insurance.’
I had to finalize some things with the insurance lady a few minutes ago and she asked why we only chose $100,000 for me (Craig’s policy is worth more) and I told her it’s because where money is concerned, I’m not worth much to the family. Ha! It’s not hard to make up for your deceased spouse’s lost income when she doesn’t even have an income.
This is morbid.
I’d rather talk about cookies.