My husband's Christmas Party for work was this weekend.
I wanted to bring homemade gluten-free cookies. I could have made something I've made before, say Betty Crocker's Gluten-Free Chocolate Chip Cookies from the box. But no, that's not my style. Give me an hour in the kitchen and I will try to whip up a recipe that I adapted out of thin air, cross my fingers and hope for the best.
I prepped all the ingredients. Got the children settled into a project. I even consulted over the phone with my phenomenal allergy-friendly baking friend.
I was ready to make some cookies. And dang good ones at that.
I went upstairs to apply a little make-up to my face.
I must have gotten carried away because 12 minutes later I ran downstairs to smoke pouring out of the oven door.
But there was no happy ending. They tasted awful. This picture above is of my "cookie brittle" in the trash can.
Why? Why? Why does this always happen to me when I try to bake gluten-free. I swear, baked goods have it out for me.
Clearly I'm trying to channel the old days when baking something tasty wasn't really all that difficult.
Flour. Butter. Sugar. Voila! Something tasty. Something magnificent. Something that honored the sweet tooth.
But no. Not so with gluten-free. It's dang near rocket science trying to make a yummy baked good. There are days when I'm sick and tired of it. Christmas Party Cookie Day was one of them.
So an hour late to the party we swung by Whole Foods to pick up a pre-made gluten-free cookie for the party. This was all I could find in my frantic sweep of the store.
Nothing against you KinniToos. After all, you are my favorite fake oreo and I was happy to eat more than half of you before the night was over.
But I just want baking to be easy sometimes. Like the old days.
Later that night after we returned home from the party I heard another of my favorite Christmas tunes. The emotion in this rendition takes me away to another place. It's raw and filled with passion. All is well in the world when I hear this song.
The Fray - O Holy Night