A week or so ago, a friend mentioned she was craving Thin Mints. I, of course, mentioned that, hey, here's a recipe for homemade Thin Mints! Okay, so that's not the big mouth part. That came later, when our mutual friend asked if I wanted to join for the 4th, I said, "Sure! Then I can make the Thin Mints for her!" Yeah, that would be the "big mouth" moment...
Wait, me complaining about baking? What? Don't worry, I haven't had a complete personality flip. It's just that it's July. I live in Boston. Land of the old buildings. You know, those ones built before air conditioning, or even ceiling fans, were invented. And heaven forbid they ever install such a thing into a historic building.* So the thermometer is telling me that it's 87 degrees INSIDE. And I have to turn on the oven. For three pans of cookies. By the time the last cookie was coated in chocolate and in the fridge, I was on my second margarita and contemplating filling the bathtub with ice water. My friend is going to enjoy these cookies, whether she likes it or not. Did I mention this was all with a giant slice out of a finger on my right hand? I was even thinking about my lucky friends in Phoenix, in the 110+ heat, because at least they get air conditioning. No more volunteering to bake this summer. The oven is now banned from use for the rest of the summer. Perhaps partway into fall.
In the meantime, I ordered an ice cream maker. :D
*I use this term EXTREMELY loosely. Kind of like how people call the rusted out shell of a car sitting on cinder blocks in their front yard a "classic car".
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