It's the last bible study of the year. It's the day everyone brings goodies for the teachers in the children's programs as a small thank-you for all they do.
That was my plan, anyway.
Last night, hubby had to run to the store to get some butter so I could make six dozen cookies. I like to have my son help with baking and some cooking so that he gets familiar with it. My son loves to help since the kitchen is typically off-limits.
I was multitasking, getting the dishes in the dishwasher, cleaning the fridge, watching my kids who were playing on the kitchen floor, getting leftovers into little containers, and getting the dry ingredients put in a small bowl so they were ready to go when hubby came back with the butter.
All was well when hubby returned with the butter. Then, my son and I started in on the cookies. They looked beautiful. Got the first two dozen made into little balls and placed on cookie sheets. Grabbed a spoon and tasted the dough.
Some how a tablespoon of salt ended up in the cookies instead of a teaspoon.
This hasn't happened before and this was a very inopportune time since we have bible study this morning. At least I have a back up plan -- give the teachers some store bought cookies I have in tins. I'm so sorry!
And, for the record, the dough was so bad that even hubby wouldn't eat it.
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