Ack. Ever have fully frustrating days? While adding the flour in bits, it flew all over the kitchen,
so I turned the speed down. But of course, I turned the speed up instead. This time the people on the street were covered in white (and we don't get snow here, just flour).
I had just had a miserable time hemming a pair of pants and stressed my old eyes.
And when I baked the cookies, a friend phoned and with my already tired eyes and phone in one hand, I misread the brownness. So I now have to do another batch. They are edible but I want perfect.
Not today.
That was a truly humbling day.