I can’t even begin to describe the state of my kitchen the last 2 days. Or the state of my mixer.
I am never, ever, ever going to get that thing clean.
This morning, it looked like this outside.
All of that butter went to good use yesterday – between that and this morning I ended up with nearly 10 bowls of cookie dough in the beer fridge.
My stand mixer has been worked to the bone.
[i sort of ran out of bowls to fit the dough in]
[25lbs. serious business.]
[you know things get serious when one breaks out the shortening]
[i think i inhaled a bit too much cocoa powder. really.]
Dough overload. There is even cookie dough on the ceiling. I can’t reach it.
I broke around noon to head out and shovel the driveway. I left the kitchen in disarray because, well… I’m lazy and will do anything to avoid cleaning it.
I stuffed my yoga pants into these socks and threw on some earmuffs.
The neighbors think I’m the epitome of a fashionista.
Fueled by flour, sugar and raw eggs, I cleared the wrap-around driveway and watched snow pile up on it immediately after I finished a square.
Why do we shovel? It’s like making a bed.
Then I made a sandwich with the last of the leftovers from the meal Mr. How Sweet made. That meal was so delicious that I am still thinking about.
First batch of cookies just went into the oven!