I am a fan of baking. This is probably a good part of the reason why I need a gym membership (YMCA, holla!).
Around midnight last night, I got it in my head to make some cookies. Well, strike that. Earlier this week I decided I would bake some chocolatey oatmeal bars, the recipe for which I found in the Guestbook section of a CaringBridge page (side note: if you click the link, the page is for a guy I went to high school with. Meningitis. He’s in rough shape, but improving).
So anyway, I wanted to make these bars. When I mentioned it to Darren, he asked my to make oatmeal raisin cookies as well. I picked up oatmeal, raisins, and chocolate chips before I left work yesterday afternoon and figured I’d get to baking sometime today or Sunday.
But Darren had taken a late nap and I just wasn’t sleepy. Since we were going to be up anyway, and I didn’t have anything in particular to do, it seemed like a fine time for cookie/bar makin’.
Here’s the thing though. Before I lived with Darren I had two roommates with all the cooking tools I needed. Since then though, we’ve been stuck in apartments with very limited storage space and I somehow never bothered to purchase an actual baking sheet or two. The less stuff in our cupboard the better, right? Psh. I’ve been using a pizza pan, which is getting old and dark. This is affecting my cookie baking. Aluminum foil is a pain in the ass. I never remember to buy parchment paper. So annoying.
I told Darren I want a baking sheet for my birthday.