While I was doing this, my 31 year old husband was running around the kitchen poking me in the belly, back, butt, anywhere he could poke me that I couldn't immediately slap him. Being 8 months pregnant, he knows my reflexes are no longer cat like so as I'm yelling at him to go somewhere else, leave me alone, get a life, he's just standing out of my reach pretending like he's in the wild west with guns that he's spinning on his fingers and blowing out. OMG.
When done, I was supposed to "gently" press down the center of each cookie. I had no idea how much pressure was too much pressure and I was stressing out over what to press down with. There was a bottle of sprinkles on the counter so I just turned that over and started mashing. On to the next step...
Fill each cookie cup with 1 tablespoon of cherry filling. I pop the can and just like expected, here comes the 3 year old. I swear his sense of smell is shark like. Put cookies and cherry filling in front of a 3 year old and tell him he can't have any yet and oh...my...LORD!! I tried to run in the pantry and pull out a snickerdoodle but no. NO! That won't do! The fits my kid can throw are amazing. We settled on him scooping leftover cherry filling into a cup that went into the fridge for no reason. He doesn't know that though so we both survived without incident.
I put the cookies back into the oven for 5 more minutes and made the icing. After the 5 minutes were up, I let them cool for a bit before removing them from the muffin tin.
Let's just say that I wasn't going to let the icing go to waste...
Yeah. I guess I pressed too hard?
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