Thursday, January 17, 2008

Like Drinking And Driving

Baking and blogging. Just don't do it. You think you've got a handle on things, but you're wrong. Bake for 10 minutes, yeah I can't do that. Wait... What's that burning smell? Oh. God. No.

These are the cookies of an attentive baker.


And these are the cookies of a blogger.

*They've been quarantined as you can see.

I know, it's not a pretty site. But let me be an example for the rest of you. Pay attention to your cookies.
(Lucky for me I have a grandpa that loves burnt baking. Seriously. I have cousins who will back me up on this one.)

11 comments:

Robin said...

I also wouldn't suggest blogging and sex.

Jason Doan said...

Ya, those look good. You're going to be Pa's favourite...well at least until we take the baby over for another visit.

Avitable said...

Those hockey pucks look awesome. Oh, they're cookies?

/backs away quietly

Gwenhwyfar said...

I only burnt four! And my grandpa thought they were delicious.

Gwenhwyfar said...

No fair, Jay. I can't compete with that. Wait... I don't want to. (I swear I'm coming over soon!)

The Absurdist said...

Wait... They aren't supposed to look like that? That's what all mine look like...

nikki said...

Mmm, benzenalicious...

Anonymous said...

Why am I not suprised? Is this the man that eats ham fat and warms his cheese on the radiator? lol tasty :D m x

Gwenhwyfar said...

He doesn't warm the cheese on the radiator, he puts it there to get it to mold faster so he can eat the mold. Duh.

Mr. Fabulous said...

I don't love you for your baking ability. I love you for your willingness to cut me during sex.

Gwenhwyfar said...

And my baking ability?