Attempts

So I still have not been able to figure out why good intentions never quite end up the way you think they should. I think it is one of the cruelest tricks life plays on us. Like it's just sitting there, laughing. "You thought you were going to do something good for someone... you thought wrong!"

Take for example my cookie attempt the other night.

I had a friend who is a resident and living the crappy overworked, under payed life that most medical residents deal with before they make the big bucks. My brain got to work:

"Hmmm... I should do something to cheer him up."

"Cooking a whole meal, however, is way above my culinary abilities."

"Cookies! Every girl can make cookies. It's like the easiest thing in the book, I can't fail."

So a friend and I got to work. Or in other words, she got out the ingredients while I started my masterpiece. Planning all the while how these cookies would take away all the stress of residency, make my mother proud, and fix basically all the problems in the middle east.

Life was good.

The cookies were almost ready, but the dough wasn't quite the consistency of what I thought I remembered cookie dough should look like. My friend and I pondered the situation and come to the only logical conclusion... THE KITCHEN AID! We put the concoction into the bowl and started mixing, and mixing, and mixing. When it finally look like we thought it should, we decided to cook our cookies to perfection.

The cooking process began, and my heart was full of anticipation for these magical cookies. About five minutes into cooking, I could no longer resist the temptation to peek and monitor the masterpiece.

Horror.

The cookies were not cookies. They were melted puddles of molten sugar and chips.

These cookies were not fit for a resident... or my mother... or world peace.

So I did what anyone would do in my situation... grab a spoon, the bowl of dough and then dream of a day when I might one day have the domestic talent to produce a cookie that indeed resembles a cookie.