Last week, I had to pony up some treats for my daughter's junior kindergarten Christmas party, but as we all know, I don't bake, so. I had a problem. I didn't want to be the mom who just runs out to the grocery store at the last minute and buys Oreos. But on the matter of figuring out how prepare something homemade, I was at a loss.
So I asked the Internet. And the Internet – by which I mean, all the people who follow me on Twitter – answered. And, with the Internet by my side, I gave it a shot.
If you review the play-by-play, I was doomed from the start:
Emilia went to her party with store-bought gingerbread cookies. I ate the Fail Munch. It was kind of good, in a shame-based kind of way, and despite its disturbing resemblance to reindeer droppings.
Let this be a lesson to you all. KNOW YOUR LIMITS. WHEN THE INTERNET SAYS JUST GO BUY SOMETHING, JUST GO BUY SOMETHING.
That, and buy stock in Pillsbury.