If my mother couldn’t sleep last night…
…it’s because I committed a cardinal sin against her in the kitchen last night.
I may be excommunicated from the family, but I have no regrets. Chocolate chip cookies and I just do not get along.
As in, I even managed to screw up about a 1/3rd of these by burning the bottoms because the rack was too low.
The curse of the chocolate chip cookies strikes again!