28th
April
2008
For the record, I baked them for HIM
This evening, 8:30, our kitchen. I am baking Devil Cookies. Eric is sitting on the couch watching baseball.
“Mmmm, nom-nom-nom,” I exclaim, popping a milk chocolate chip in my mouth.
“Did it pass quality control?” Eric quips.
“Yep, the Pregnant Woman Taste Test.”
“What, it wasn’t moving?”
Oh, har-dee-har-har.
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ok, for the non-pregnoids among us, can you spill the recipe? I followed your link, but only saw pictures of some lip-smacking cookie muchers …