Let me start by saying that lately, my 17 year old daughter has decided she wants to learn to cook. Naturally this tickled me to death because this is sorta "my thing". She's been trying some recipes and blessing my socks off because I get to teach her the things that I have learned.
So she found this recipe for a "cookie cake" she wants to make. Today I had two babies, and she decided that today was the day. I watched the babies- kept them out of the kitchen- and let her just go at it. She asked me what to bake it on- I'm thinking "cookie- stoneware". Definitely. I told her to bake it on my round flat stone because ideally it should be round I guess. I thought nothing in the world about it. A few minutes later I go into the kitchen and there is smoke coming out of the oven, cookie batter pouring out of the bottom of the oven. At this point I have no idea what I'm about to find. I open carefully and there sits my beautiful round stone covered in cookie dough, as is the ENTIRE BOTTOM OF THE OVEN!!! O. EM. GEE!!! I had no clue what had happened. I could only guess that the batter was somehow not quite thick enough and it boiled over before it had a chance to set.
We aired the smoke out of the house, let everything cool off, then I went and scraped hard crispy cookie off the bottom of the oven, the floor, and the inside of the oven door. Stuck the shop vac in there and sucked all of that cookie up in 60 seconds. Not hard to clean up, thankfully.
So she's determined she's making this cookie tonight. A little before ten, she goes back to the kitchen. I'd been on the phone- business of course- so she got started. After I hung up, she asked if we had more flour. (?!?!?!?!) ok we just bought a bag of flour and I told her this. She told me she had maybe a cup left. I asked her how much the recipe called for. I don't remember what she said because I decided I needed to get up and go in there. There on the counter sat a small silver canister. With maybe a cup.. Of a soft powdery white substance... Known to the world as POWDERED SUGAR!!! Well after I stopped laughing uncontrollably, I understood completely why the other cookie just poured all over the oven. Ha!! I showed her where the FLOUR is kept, she made the cookie, and it was quite delicious. I have to say - I give her 5 stars.
Btw- after she reads this tomorrow, you will all be invited to my funeral!! Night!! :)