These Freaking Cookies

This is not (nor will it ever be) a food blog. This is a blog where I write about what I love, write about what I hate, and tell preposterous stories from my life. That being said, let me tell you about these cookies.

It's only a Tuesday, and I have had a R O U G H week. Holy cow. I'm not going to go into the details here, but today I desperately needed to de-stress. In the past, my best method of relieving stress has been baking. I found this recipe on Tumblr a few weeks ago and have been dying to make them, so today seemed like the perfect opportunity.

I went to Lee's after school, rounded up the ingredients I didn't already have at my house, and headed home to begin. Everything was going smoothly until I went to pull the cinnamon from the cupboard. Whoever (Mom) had used it last had left a miniscule, not-even-worth-it amount in the bottom of the jar. Having complete faith in my baking prowess, I had foolishly decided to make a double batch of this cookie so I could take them to school to give to my guard girls tomorrow. Because of this decision, I needed 4 teaspoons of cinnamon for these cookies. 4 teaspoons does not sound like a lot. Trust me. It's a massive amount.

I desperately searched the spice cabinet and found no ground cinnamon. Instead, I pulled out a jar of cinnamon sticks and thought to myself "this probably won't be that hard to turn into ground cinnamon." WRONG. WRONGWRONGWRONGWRONGWRONG. It took me 45 freaking minutes to turn cinnamon sticks into ground cinnamon. I suffered three cuts on my hand, and cinnamon powder burned my nose and mouth. To top it all off, a stray chunk of cinnamon stick flew out of the blender and hit me directly in the left eye.

I finally had enough cinnamon for my recipe. I carefully measured it out, weighed it down to the last gram, and then tripped while I was pouring it in the bowl. It went all over the sink, and I was back to square one. I strung some choice expletives together and moved on. I ground more cinnamon, this time without incident, and poured it into the bowl, also without incident. I mixed everything together, plopped the dough in the fridge to chill, cleaned the kitchen, and sat down to grade papers.

An hour later, I came back to actually bake the cookies. AND THEY DON'T EVEN TASTE THAT GOOD. Don't get me wrong, they taste fine. They don't taste bad. But they are not up to the Katy Anderson Cookie Standard. I am ticked. What a waste. This was the worst de-stressing activity to date.