Throughout the course of my days I hear my 3 sons say certain things repetitively.
“Mommy, I love you.”
“Mommy, I’m hungry.”
“Mommy, can we get the water guns out?”
“HE’S BAWTHUREENG MEEEE!”
“Mom, it wasn’t me but...”
“I POOTED! Did you smell it?”
Jut to list a few.
Then there’s the infamous:
“Mom, it was an ACCIDENT!”
Or in Will’s (3) case,
“Mommy, I’m sorry, it wasn’t an axident.”
Which brings me to the reason for this post, I had an accident. In the kitchen. Baking. I set out to make the requested all-time-best-ever-beats-your-grandmother’s-recipe for snickerdoodles. Thank you Emeril. (I know!right?) I was a little distracted by the 3-ring circus going on around me and accidentally added 3 eggs instead of the prescribed 2. I didn’t notice my error until I tried to “roll” the dough into balls to then roll them in the cinnamon-sugar. My dough was not in the least bit rollable. It was cake batter. A delicious one at that. I couldn’t figure it out until I’d read the recipe over 2 or 3 times looking for my error. Then I saw my trash...how many egg shells is that sitting there??? 1. 2. 3. Oh.
See those craters? That’s a hole lotta yum.
So, away went the cookie sheet and out came the muffin tin! I sprayed the cups and filled them halfway with dough...I mean, batter, then sprinkled the cinnamon-sugar on top, and baked at 350 for about 13-14 minutes.
The boys loved them and named them “Snickercakes”. You can go here for the cookie recipe and if you wanna take a walk on the wild side, add the third egg and see how you like ‘em!