half-minded baking

Sometimes I wonder why God gave me all of these kids. I mean really? Eleven kids is a lot of responsibility. What makes me worthy? Why did God choose me? Today, I think He gave them to me to eat my mistakes. Seriously. I have a tendancy at times to do things half minded. You know, like getting into the car and driving on auto pilot, only to discover I'm going in the oposite direction than I need to be going. So today, I was in the kitchen making cookies with a new recipe from my friend, Kirsten. I got through the wet ingredients and pulled out the bowl and started in ont he dry stuff. Half looking at the recipe, I added a teaspoon of salt. Looking back at the recipe card, I notice it calls for 1/2 a teaspoon of salt. Now I'm not a big salt fan anyway, but I know what double salt can do to a batch of cookies. No problem, I have eleven kids after all, I'll just double the recipe. So I continue with the dry ingredients, doubling everything, then I return to the wet bowl and double that. After combining the two and stirring well, I get to thinking, "that looks kinda gross". It was very buttery. So I look back at the recipe and then at a stick of butter. Yah. A stick of butter is 1/2 cup, not 1/4 cup. I quadrupaled the butter! I don't really want to make a quadrupal batch of chocolate crinkle cookies, I know what kind of damage that could do to my efforts to slim down, but at this point, I'm not about to waste all these ingredients. So, on I go adding another double set of everything else. In the end I had so much batter, it took two days to bake it all. You might think all those cookies would last forever, that they'd go bad before we could eat them all. Well, in a house with thirteen people, there's only one way to make them last past day one, I had to lock those babies up in the safe! You got that right. The only way to keep some of those puppies from being devoured by the masses was to put them in with the guns until I could safely trasport them to a venue where my little monsters would be able to share them reather than having a dozen each. And thankfully that opportunity came soon, because although they were safe from the kids, I know the code. And crinkle cookies are oh so good!!