A Confession

Charcoal Cookies

I figured that now, what with my status of being an official book blogger and all, I may as well set forth a simple truth.

I can’t cook.

Yes, it’s true. I may be the only person in this country incapable of being able to bake chocolate chip cookies.

I recently realized this sad fact when I attempted to bake a couple batches of these tasty American classics. I apparently had enough sense to turn the oven off, but not to remove the cookies. When my sister came downstairs the following morning, searching for something to eat for breakfast, she opened the oven and, delighted, chimed, “Oohh, someone made chocolate cookies!!” (Mind you, I’m not sure why she was looking for breakfast in the oven…I think she has this sixth sense for sniffing out sugar. Or maybe it was the distinct aroma of charcoal.)

Umm, dear, I thought. They’re not chocolate. They’re chocolate chip. At least, they were…

I’m going to go ahead and chalk it up to inexperience. But inexperience, as this experience proved, is an equal to naivete. Or forgetfulness. Either way.

Yikes! I’m not so sure I should be running a blog about cooking.

Anyone else with this problem?