The Return of the Father, Baking, and Other Matters

He's back. Oh, boy. Fun. 'Tis a bit awkward, and I am making a point to randomly throw the word "candle" into conversations to see you he reacts, but otherwise, life has returned to being not-very-normal. The not-very part comes mostly from my attempt at baking. Yes, I attempted a domestic task. I ask you all, who doesn't love cookies? Cookies are a very good thing in this life, and it's never too early for them, as Emmett says. Unfortunately, when they were handing out skills, I got the spelling skills and Max got the cooking skills. This explains how he can misspell "spider" and I can burn a salad.

Only I wasn't making salad. I was making peanut butter cookies. For my advisory, and for the choir party. And to my great despair, Erika took a vacation, so she's off being murderous somewhere and I'm left with Ely. Chaos promptly ensused.

I dropped the spoon into the electric mixer. It cracked in half. I will not be held responsible for any splinters in the cookies. Blame Ely. I also allowed the cookies to burn a bit on the bottoms because I was - what else? - blogging. The result was a meager batch of peanut butter cookies that I wouldn't force Raoul to eat. Though he's not the brightest bulb on the tree, so he might actually eat them. You see, this is why Leroux!Erik lived on music. Because phantoms, whether they be of junior highs or of operas, can't cook.

Also. Why does everyone criss-cross with a fork on peanut butter cookies? Why is this not done with any other cookie? Have any of my readers ever recieved a criss-crossed chocolate chip cookies?

I thought not.

I remain, gentlemen, your faithful and obedient servant,

J.G.