I’m a mom-caller. You know, one of those girls who calls her momma? Sometimes, when I call my momma, and she doesn’t answer, I leave her a message to the effect of, “MOM! I need you! I need you and you’re not here!!” She doesn’t take me seriously. I know this is going to come back to bite me, a la Peter & The Wolfe, but it’s sort of a tradition now, and I don’t think I’ll stop.
ASIDE: Sometimes, when I call her, and she does answer, I sing to her. Bohemian Rhapsody-style. “Mommmmaaaaaaaaa! oooOOOooOOOOOO-oooh!” She loves this, I’m sure of it.
This week, I called my momma, and she answered. I didn’t sing, but I did confess: I have a baking problem. She asked what my problem was, but that wasn’t what I meant. I meant, “My name is Mariah, and I have a baking problem.” On the day in question, I started out by making pancakes.
and if I had only stopped there, I would have been fine. I mean really, they’re ever generally healthy. Look at that, Honey, some Whole Wheat Flour… Greek yogurt even! That’s a decent breakfast. But I didn’t stop. Nope. I kept going. Next on the list: Chewy Chocolate Molasses Cookies. I wanted cookies like these, but couldn’t find a recipe, so I adapted from here and here.