I am a pretty careful, methodical cook and baker. In over seven years of marriage, I can really only remember a couple of culinary disasters of "let's just throw this out and order a pizza" proportions. Lately though, I've had more than my fair share of kitchen screw-ups. I think I am simply trying to do too much. Having too many (overly ambitious) things going on at once is apparently not a recipe for success with a spirited five year old and a crawling ten month old underfoot at all times.
Today's kitchen caper, however, really was not my fault. I was attempting to make a batch of oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. Easy, right? I put the butter, brown sugar, white sugar, and vanilla in the stand mixer and creamed it all together. I turned the mixer off and scraped down the bowl with a rubber scraper. Before I could proceed further though, the aforementioned baby decided that she needed me, right-that-very-minute. I paused in my preparations and went to the bedroom to change her diaper and nurse her down for a nap.
Once I got back to the kitchen, I noticed that things seemed a bit amiss. "Did I really leave the scraper there sticking out of the bowl? I thought there was more butter/sugar mixture than this . . . and why/how is it smeared over here on the outside of the mixer???"
Then of course I realized what must have happened. Further evidence was found in the form of tell-tale lick marks on the scraper. I rounded up the usual suspect, who confessed her misdeed after a brief interrogation. I couldn't really get a handle on exactly how much of the butter and sugar she ate and how much was left for the recipe, barring some excessively complex and scientific procedures and calculations. At that point, I decided that the best option was to cut my losses, forget the cookies, and just save the rest of the sweet buttery confection to put on top of oatmeal. Sometimes, you just have to cut your losses and call it a day!
(And yes--as I write this at midnight, the culprit is STILL awake and bouncing off the walls!)