So, I made the cookies for this week's Martha Monday. Chocolate Mint Crackles. I made them at gentleman friend's mom's house, and then left them in the fridge for them to eat They were out at a dinner party and we came over to watch the Cowboys game on the NFL Network. Sooo American. I was in the kitchen making pork tenderloin wrapped in bacon and mashing potatoes while he yelled at the TV.
I saved the cookies that I broke (because I didn't let them cool).
They look like this.
The cookies were pretty, and ok if you have just a bite of one - or maybe with coffee? But otherwise the cookies remind me of Rumpleminze and grasshoppers and sadness.
Like drinking in a hotel bar alone on Christmas.
I am worried now that the bf's mom and husband think I am a lousy cook and baker. I plan to step it up this weekend with Christmas cooking - homemade cranberry sauce, sweet potatoes, and creamed corn. My fingers are crossed. Details to be posted soon.
Oh yeah, and I'm working on a new dress from a 1952 Vogue pattern. Here is the beginning: