Cookies baked with love and other things...

I make the yummiest chocolate chip cookies, if I do say so myself, it's certainly nothing to do with my culinary brilliance as I found the simplest recipe I could on the Internet and even I couldn't muck them up that badly. They are also a great recipe for the boys to help me with. So I decided we were going to make some biscuits, got all the ingredients and implements ready, then got the boys up and washed their hands and sat them on the kitchen bench. They helped me add the butter and the sugar first. Then while I was distracted putting the beater together I caught Zaccy from the corner of my eye reaching in and grabbing a whole handful of sugar, which he then proceeds to lick from his hand and spread all over his face. Harrison obviously thinks that looks like a mighty fine idea so licks his finger and dips it into the sugar mix, now you might be saying at least Harry hasn't added to the mess, but my problem was the pre-dip lick. So now my special ingredient is some Harrison spit. Zaccy not wanting to be left off the special ingredient list, adds his soggy hand back into the mix to grab another handful of sugar! This can't be good for their teeth, so I get the mixer in there lickety split and tell them the beaters will chop off any stray fingers in the bowl (yes mummy of the year I know). That is when Harry notices that Zaccy has sugar spread from one end of his face to the other, so rather than waste that sugary goodness Harry just licks his finger again and sets to cleaning off Zaccy's face and then licking his finger clean. Share the love I say...

So I add the vanilla extract, the egg, the flour and the chocolate chips, (Zaccy tries to add a piece of chalk, which I then have to dig out before it's obliterated under the blender) thinking to circumvent more batter eating I leave a little pile of choc chips on the counter for the boys to eat, but that doesn't satisfy them, they want to choc chips that are mixed into my biscuit batter, so both hands are back in the mix... Yummo!!

The biscuits however did turn out really well, even if the boys enjoyed the batter more than the finished product and nobody else really wanted to share them when I told them what the secret ingredients were.

I suppose the lesson I have learnt here is that when someone tells you that they have added a secret ingredient, be afraid, be very very afraid.