I hate to cook but like to bake, but find that I don't really have a lot of luck with recipes. A few years ago I developed a treat (chocolate mint dipped cookies) that is addicting and delicious, and of course I don't use a recipe, I simply eyeball amounts and call it good.
I make this treat every year now, and it was fun this year to have a companion in the kitchen. Cam liked (well, he didn't cry so I like to imagine he liked it) listening to "Carols in Brass" and watching me make my kitchen magic. The only problem is that making the mint cookies is messy, and in the future I need to be more careful when comforting my son--several times I ended up smearing him with chocolate (you can see a little bit of chocolate on his forehead in the photo). The super scary part of this story is that when I saw I had accidentally smeared chocolate on him, I liked my thumb and rubbed it off! I guess my mothering instincts really are kicking in.
Another fun part of making the mint cookies is the unexpected adventures. The other photos features the white minty explosion that happens when warm chocolate seeks the quickest escape from a cheap Ziploc bag acting like a pastry bag.


