A dear friend of mine at work (nickname: C-Ram) is transferring to another shift, so tonight, we're all bringing in 'goodies'.We can cook really well and the one thing we can do even better is EAT. I wonder if we'll actually hear anything Sarge says in roll call.
Anyway, I've decided to make Walnut Chocolate Chip Cookies. C-Ram loves them. So, I got up around 1pm. (I work night shift and try to sleep between 8am and 3ish...I'm usually unsuccessful...but I digress...) The recipe calls for a stick of softened butter. I know this. I have made these cookies countless times. But I was sleepy I guess and didn't soften the butter enough. I forged on with the recipe.
I stirred, mashed, begged, walked away, came back, stirred, mashed, begged and finally A BATTER WAS BORN!!! Then, of course, I was worried that the egg and flour had taken excessive abuse and would be tough. Oh no! What if all I had to share with the team was new bulging biceps and brick cookies?!?!?
Well...
God is smiling on me because here I sit with a piping hot cup of decaf coffee, sore upper arms, and a delicious cookie! YAY! I should probably try to get a little more sleep before heading off to work.
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Awesome! Hope you save me one!!!
ReplyDeleteI worked nights years ago. It was one of the hardest things I've ever done. I feel your pain! How long have you been working nights? Will you stop working when baby comes?
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