I am NOT a baker. At all. I'm a pretty damn good cook, but a terrible baker - however, I persist in the notion that someday, somehow, I will become the Martha Stewart of baking (although I guess Martha is already the Martha Stewart of baking - but moving on). So, in a sudden fit of domesticity this evening, I decided to try out the hot new M&M cookie recipe I'd stumbled across earlier this week.
I had high hopes. Deep in my soul, I knew these would be the best cookies ever - light, slightly chewy yet fluffy, with bright M&Ms peeking cheerfully out through the golden brown crust. Yes, they would be the perfect cookie.
Of course, what I ended up with was this:
Let's take a closer look:
Seriously. Doesn't that look like it should belong in the Gallery of Regrettable Food? Eeeeeew.
I even tried to be the world's best house wench and make Ben cheesy "I love you" cookies, but they didn't fare so well:
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(Let's take a moment to appreciate my mad Photoshop skills here. And also my cute cupcake towel.)
I did manage to get five decent ones out of the entire batch. Which are piled on top of all the crap cookies, of course - the better to lure unsuspecting eaters:
At least I know someone will volunteer to eat the ones on the bottom:
You can always depend on Korben the Wonder Dog.
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