Now that I have baby wrangling sorted, I am baking again. I was spurred on partly by the disgusting store-bought biscuits that Matt has taken to buying (and that I can't resist eating despite their grossness, which only ends up leaving me feeling guilty and icky).
It feels great to be back in the kitchen. I started off with something simple - this morning I made a batch of these cookies, which are ultra sweet (I cut back on the sugar slightly) but very morish.
Warm choc-chip cookies with hot tea on a drizzly Christchurch Sunday. Perfecto.
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