The Targo bought me these super-wonderfully-sinful Pepperidge Farm cookies: Chocolate chunk with caramel.
These cookies are even better if they're just a slight bit warm, you know, and gooey. Well, I was nuking one last night while I poured a glass of milk. We inherited our microwave from The Targo's deceased grandma ... and it's totally Polish. I'm not just making fun, I really think it is. The stupid thing has a dial instead of a digital control, and the dial will not work unless it's set for at least 2 minutes.
So, I was pouring my milk, counting my seconds, and got distracted. Twenty seconds or so went by. I took the cookie out of the microwave and it was a limp, melted mess. A caramel chunk jumped out of the cookie and landed on my thumb. Of course the first thing I did was stick my thumb in my mouth. And then, I threw the cookie in my glass of milk, where it sizzled for a good 3-5 seconds.
Today, the roof of my mouth is completely burned and sore and my thumb, well, there's a huge blister from the evil caramel chunk. Again with the smooth.
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Ohhh, I'm so sorry. Not what you want to have happen when you are already preoccupied with impending labor and delivery. Hope you heal fast!!! :o)
Oh no! I hate when I do stuff like that! The cookies sound delicious though.
Sorry I haven't been by in awhile but life has been craziness here! I am so sorry that happened to you. I am not a clumsy person per se but when I am in the kitchen I am always buring my arm or touching something I forgot was hot...I feel your pain. :(
ohhhh! No fun there. Maybe a new microwave? Or the toaster over works for cookie heat up too.
OMG... warmed-up Pepperidge Farm cookies are the greatest thing!
Boiling hot caramel, though? Not good.
Oh, yum. The cookies sound delicious. Too bad you've lost most of your taste buds. Guess you'll have to send the rest to me!
It's end-of-pregnancy clumsiness. You're bound to sit on the toilet in the middle of the night, with the toilet seat up, and fall into the bowl, and not be able to get out, and you'll be so pregnant that you have no center of gravity to leverage yourself out of the toilet bowl. So you'll have to call your husband from the other room out of a sound sleep, and he'll think you're in labor so he'll freak out, and when he realizes that you just need help pulling your pregnant ass out of the suction of the toilet bowl, he will then proceed to make fun of you for the next two years.
Wait. Maybe that was me.
Have you thought about heating up the cookie in a bowl then pouring milk over it and eating it all like cereal? I've been known to do that (but you, honestly, need more than ONE cookie...maybe three)...
I had a whole mess of other things that I was imagining when you started this story. Like spilling milk, and possibly crying over it, and slipping and falling.
I would have done the same thing.
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