Sometimes I wonder if I took that as my life's motto.
I had six of the last eight days off. I got some Christmas shopping taken care of, saw a movie with my mom--the excellent, The Theory Of Everything, and did some chores. I got some writing in as well--not as much as I should've gotten done considering the time I had off, but got some words on paper, so I'll take it.
In the next three days I am swamped. I work 9-5 on each day and have nightly activities that can't be put off.
Tonight is Bunco in which I have to take a dessert for the Christmas potluck. Tomorrow is Mike's company Christmas party, and Saturday I'm doing a cookie exchange in Oregon.
So, yesterday I deemed a baking day. And a getting up my tree that I bought on Tuesday day.
I started with Snickerdoodles for the exchange and they came out a little flat, but delicious. Then I tackled the tree and realized I was short on lights--apparently this tree has a fuller bottom than previous trees.
When Jordan and I got home from her volunteer job at the Humane Society, I tackled the brownies for tonight. I had decided to make brownies with mint kisses. And this is the result. A chocolate gooey mess. Seriously. If you want a chocolate brownie sundae I'm your gal, but brownies for a potluck? Not so much.
And mind you, this is after trying to fix them by rebaking them for like fifteen minutes. I went to bed in utter defeat. Kristen suggested I go get a Walmart cheesecake. I didn't even know Walmart had cheesecakes.
This morning I got up early and hit up Allrecipes,com. I came up with a brownie recipe from scratch. So I baked those and added a fudge frosting specifically for brownies. I am out of sugar, chocolate chips, and flour, but look how delish those brownies look to your right.
So, the moral of this story is that even if you have a murky middle, you can find a way around it. Even if it means beginning again.