Just call me Betty Crocker...

I'm so very tired. I spent the entire afternoon baking cookies. That in itself isn't tiring. But if you consider the fact that the oven is downstairs and the kitchen is on the main level? It's exhausting.

Ok, why is the oven downstairs? Because the oven up here is floofy. The broiler works, but nothing else does. To replace the coil, or whatever it is that needs to be replaced, would cost more than the oven is worth, so the 'rents got a new oven and put it down stairs. So if I want to bake, I'm running up and down constantly. Well, every ten minutes or so.

I started baking at noon and finished at 5:30. We've got so many cookies that it's sickening. I made chocolate pudding cookies with swirled chips, vanilla pudding cookies with semi-sweet chips, and these almond cookies with a chocolate ganache topping.

Why all of the cookies? Well, my family's muslim and their holiday is coming up. I thought I'd be nice and bake cookies for the family. I'm sorta without religion. Yes, I know, I'm going to hell. Whatever. I'll bring freshly baked cookies with me.