People are always surprised that I can cook a decent meal that doesn't cause food poisoning.
I've maintained that anyone can cook, they just have to be willing to take a chance on dishes that they've never tried.
But deep down I hold a secret, so terribly, terribly awful.
I can't make cookies.
Whether it's a roll of Pillsbury Doughboy stuff, or a box of mix, or cookies from scratch; my cookies are NEVER right.
But I can make cake and pie like nobody's business. Cupcakes are a snap. Custard is no problem.
The friggin cookies elude me.
Until last night. I googled a peanut butter cookie recipe, got out the ingredients, and started workin'.
A while later, I had a batch of cookies that were edible and not too shabby looking.
I've turned a corner.
