Today I did something that I have never done before: I baked Snickerdoodle cookies. Oh. Em. Gee. These cookies tasted absolutely amazing. I am a master of chocolate chip cookies. I have kicked that recipe's butt a very long time ago. I tried a chocolate and peanut butter cookie over Thanksgiving, but those turned out Meh. I am beyond happy to report that these cookies turned out so good. I had a hard time preventing myself from eating all of them.
When I first started dating my sweetie, I told him that I wasn't much in the kitchen but I made a mean chocolate chip cookie. About a month or two into our relationship, I tried baking him cookies using the tools my craptastic Bloomfield apartment afforded me. The cookies turned out absolutely disastrous and in true Lara fashion, I gave up on baking because I thought I lost the magic touch. I gave up. It was probably a year ago before I tried it again and then knocked it out of the ballpark. I took every failure in the kitchen personally, like it meant that I sucked at life. I don't know why I had that uber-negative attitude when it came to baking and cooking, but I certainly did.
Nowadays, I like to think there is an old Lara and a new Lara. New Lara isn't a 'fraidy cat, who gives up easily. Oh ho no. New Lara tries new things and then kicks ass at it. I had this overwhelming sense of pride after they came out. I was trying to get my boyfriend to pat me on the back but had to settle for a nice swat to the bottom. I think both gestures mean a job well done, no?
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