Making Food is Intimidating

Today, I actually made some food item all by myself, sort of. At this point, you should look at the author of the post and notice that it is JunkMale. These sorts of posts will likely be few and far between.

Anyways, it was quite intimidating. I decided I wanted to make some cookies, since Harmony is busy today. But I made her find me a recipe. She found a peanut butter / honey cookie recipe.

I think I sort of messed up at first. I didn't leave the butter out long enough. How soft is soft when you are talking about butter? Women have cooking written into their genes, but how are us men supposed to know? (to feminists and bad women cooks, I jest) While I was waiting for the butter to "soften," I figured I would go ahead with the other stuff. So I poured the honey into the mixing bowl, which I did not mean to do. At least there wasn't anything in there.

I will once again reiterate that I found this to be quite an intimidating experience. What if I missed an ingredient? What if I skipped a step? I mean...come on now...that step 2 is really like 5 steps. And BTW, the butter was not soft enough when I started mixing it. The mechanical motion of my mixing apparently did not impart enough joules of kinetic energy to the butter either, so I put it in the microwave (after asking Harmony's permission).

Anyways, you probably find this post boring. But the cookies turned out fine. I like them because the only flour used is whole wheat, and the only sweetener is honey. I gotta do all I can to prevent an onset of diabetes. A life without any sort of sweets (including natural ones) would be a life much less enjoyable.