In the past eleven weeks, our family has had a baby (via C-section), packed up a household, moved it to Kansas (KANSAS, people!) sold a house, moved into a new house, kept it clean, endured weeks on end with a
If you just nodded your head and murmured to your computer screen, "Hmm, that must have been stressful," congratulations. You, my friend, have just made the understatement of the century.
About a week and a half ago, I was very flustered when David got home. When he
And then I realized it - I'd baked something nearly every day for the last three weeks.
It all started with the dirty chocolate chocolate chip cookies.
Continued with the Abba's Day peanut butter cookies.
Developed into various incarnations of the dirty chocolate chocolate chip cookies:
(with colored melting chips in the center)
(with coconut centers***)
and was peppered with baked goods "the children" "needed":
(Blueberry Oatmeal muffins)
(Whole wheat chocolate chip granola bars)
(banana chocolate chip muffins)
And, don't forget the babka and the cupcakes for Ashi's birthday:
Okay, so my desperate need to finish baking the cookies was not actually related to the need for baked goods at all. But somehow, the cookies, muffins, and bars were helping me get through the day**.
And for the cost of
* I am in no way suggesting cookie-baking as a substitute for therapy for those who truly have a need - which, according to my understanding, is everyone. But it certainly serves as a distraction, at least, and everyone could use that once in awhile as well.
**I'm doing okay, thanks for asking. Still taking it day by day.
***OhmyGodyouguys these are seriously the most incredible cookies EVER. I'll post the recipe soon. Let's just say I'm OBSESSED.