I’m in the middle of Katie’s Cookie Kitchen this morning, getting ready for the garage/bake sale extravaganza tomorrow morning.
Just so you have an idea. These are 4 of my 6 cookie sheet pans.
And I have a huge coffee cake in the oven.
Since all four kiddos are in school for approximately the next 3 hours and 45 minutes, I am baking alone. Read: efficiently and less messy than with my faithful sidekick, Allie.
I lined up my all of my ingredients and mixer, ready to tackle the overwhelming project of baking and bagging a zillion cookies.
You can imagine my surprise when I went to scoop the sugar and my silver measuring cup started clanging against something hard in the sugar canister.
What in the world?
My mind quickly thought, why is there a huge clump of sugar balled up in here? How did I not notice that when I poured the sugar from the bag in to the canister? I’ve never known white sugar to harden like brown sugar? Should I start putting a piece of bread in the canister to keep it soft?
And then I gently kept scooping with my measuring cup to reveal…
Like a tablespoon.
Not a measuring spoon.
A table spoon.
Like that you eat cereal with.
One of my precious children has been sneaking and eating sugar out of the canister.
The one who calls me “woman.”