Coldplay Cookies

Right now I feel so peaceful. In fact, I’ll go as far as to say that I am in introvert heaven. I just got done making cookies, and am now sitting in the dim light in my apartment continuing a Coldplay marathon that began in the kitchen. Their music is perfect for a stormy night…it perfectly compliments the sound of the rain coming down outside and the occasional crescendo of the rumbling thunder. There is a spring breeze blowing in my open window bringing with it the smell of rain and freshly cut grass. It’s moments like this that God’s presence feels like something I can almost touch.


I learned a while ago, that I definitely am someone that needs “alone time” to recharge. Last weekend I didn’t have any of that time and this week has been non-stop, so all week I’ve been looking forward to doing my own thing tonight.
Tonight’s only agenda: make cookies for upcoming engagement parties.

Being the world class baker that I am, I had a couple of “Sugar!” moments in the kitchen that I thought I’d share so since no one was there to laugh at/with me in the moment....


I discovered the hard way that you have to be extra careful with the mixer when you double a recipe. I thought I was, but the next thing I knew there was a white cloud in my face and my toes, the floor, dishwasher, counter, and mixer were white with a lovely dusting of flour....oops.

So I clean up the flour/floor and get ready to add the chocolate chips. Again, I thought I was being gentle opening the bag, but next thing I know RIIIIIIP. And the floor is covered in chocolate chips while the words “awwwww sh....” lingered in the air. (I tried to say “sugar” like Farrah did during her infamous Christmas baking, so my parents wouldn’t have to threaten to wash my mouth out with soap, but when there’s good chocolate going to waste, sometimes stronger words are justified.)
And the icing on the cake....

I was transferring some of the cookies from the pan to the wax paper for them to cool when one fell on to, yep, you guessed it, the floor. But as if that weren’t enough, part of it landed on my big toe where it broke leaving a rather hot chocolate chip melting directly on to my poor toe. So I literally started hopping on one foot across the floor saying “ow ow ow ow” reaching for a wet paper towel to wipe it off and stop the burning. Only I would burn my toe on a cookie. Seriously, who does that?

“How’d you get that blister on your toe, Susan?”
“Um, well.....I dropped a cookie on it.”
“Excuse me?”

So if you ever wondered how an introvert spends their “alone time,” now you know. The good news is between all my spills and hopping episodes, the Flautt’s kitchen floor is now sparking clean. :-)


My two recommendations of the day:
1. Coldplay makes a great soundtrack for baking on a stormy night.
2. When baking, always wear socks.