Biscuit woke up this morning with the idea to bake cookies and give them to the neighbors. I said...maybe...if you let me sleep another hour or two. So she watched tv for a while and apparently read her cookbook (Christmas idea for her, another kid cookbook that isn't by Emeril...).
When she came back some time after 8 she asked if she could make peanut butter cookies (but not put them in the oven). I said, "sure" and by the time I got out of bed they were ready to bake. And she even let her brother help.
These cookies were amazingly good for being SO easy. Stir up: 1 cup peanut butter, 1 cup sugar, one egg. Bake at 350 for 10 minutes. Voila! And heck, I guess they're gluten free so that's good. For someone. Who is not eating gluten.
After that success I said, "sure" again when she asked if she could mix up molassas cookies while I went on a run and Oscar "helped" Mr. H in the garage. She did a good job but, unfortunately, I arrived home to a smoking Kitchen Aid. Actual smoke. "Tinky!" said Oscar when he came inside.
We finished mixing with a spoon and the cookies are delish. The Kitchen Aid will still turn on and spin but I haven't tried mixing anything. It's been a good 14 years, Mr. Kitchen Aid but there are a lot of cool, new colors these days and I think you're going to be replaced.
We delivered to a few neighbors and a few strangers, spread a little cheer and froze our little butts off. The high temperature was not high enough today. Brrrrr.