Cheaper by the dozen

Earlier this week (during my terrible-horrible-no-good-very-bad-day, in fact), my future brother-in-law Nick really bailed me out. He came over to wait for the dryer repair man while I was at work and, while he was here, fixed some screens in the front windows. To repay him, I'm baking a bunch of cookies for him to take to the fire station.

It's also a co-worker's birthday tomorrow. And I haven't sent Chad with any cookies for his office lately. So I decided to make a double batch. They're crunchy jumble cookies (chocolate chips and Rice Krispies, the perfect salty/sweet combo) and they're in the oven right now.

While I was baking away, I got to thinking. Here's a list of the random stuff that was in my head:

• Baking is therapeutic. I should do it more often.
  
  
• I'm so glad this kitchen has a ton of counter space.
  
  
• Thank God for Costco. I love buying in bulk. When I ran out of chocolate chips, I realized I had another five pounds -- no joke -- unopened in my pantry.
  
  
• What did women do before Kitchenaid stand mixers? I guess they didn't have to go to the gym, at least.
  
  
• When recording a recipe, make a special note if you doubled it when you wrote it down. Instead of doubling the recipe tonight, I quadrupled it. I have cookie dough coming out of my ears.
  
  
• Oh man, is this mixer overheating? I ended up having to split the batch to put in the chocolate chips -- the bowl was too full!
  
  
• I wonder how Becca (my sister-in-law) always makes perfectly-round cookies? I will have to ask one of these days.
  
  
• Mom used to tell me that when I was a grown-up, I could eat all the cookie dough I wanted. (This was justification for why I couldn't when I was a kid.) Tonight I took her advice. I ate so much, in fact, I'm sitting here with a stomachache.