Cookies Are Dangerous

One of the things this B&B does is provide fresh-baked cookies in the afternoons. The innkeepers make various batches and freeze the dough, taking out just enough to bake a few cookies a day. Yum!

Though Mark is a highly accomplished cook, and though he has a sweet tooth a mile long, baking hasn’t been anything he’s ever really done. “Oh, cookies are easy,” I promised him. “You’ll see.”

We made three different batches this afternoon, to stock up the freezer. By the second batch, he had a blister on his hand from stirring the thick dough. On the third batch, an oatmeal-date-apricot, I left him to chop up the dried fruit while I came in here to do something on the computer.

I heard a pained hiss, then ominous silence. I rushed back into the kitchen to find that he’d sliced his finger–not badly enough to require medical attention, just enough to hurt like the dickens and require elaborate bandaging.

Cookies, man. Harder than you’d think.

Other than that, it was a pretty nice day. I got a lot of work done; and before that, I actually did my Ashtanga yoga practice, the whole primary series. I hadn’t done yoga in…forever. My practice pretty much fell by the wayside while we were traveling; then I came home with this awful cough. I still have a bit of the cough, and my voice still sounds hoarse, but I’m feeling much better; I stopped taking the prescription cough syrup night before last, and haven’t even needed cough drops very often. Maybe this will finally move along!

Tomorrow our first guests arrive, two separate sets of them. One set is Mark’s cousin and her partner; the other are strangers. So it’ll be a busy weekend. I’ll post when I can!

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