SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO DUMP IT

Speaking of chocolate chips, for making cookies that is, Ian and girlfriend decided to make chocolate chip cookies at her house.  He called from the store, "What ingredients do I need?"

"Buy a bag of Nestle chips, recipe's on the back."

That tickled him and he started laughing, "The recipe's on the bag of chips?"  I hear crinkle, crinkle, "Oh, okay."

Much later, he calls, "It's runny.  What do I do?"

I got my own bag down and said, "Don't read the recipe while I'm talking, just answer me from memory.  How much brown sugar?"

"Well, we used regular sugar one and a half cups."

"Sheesh, oh, okay, that'll work, I guess, since you didn't put in any brown sugar."  "Now, how much flour?"

"3 cups."

"Ian, it only called for two and half cups!"

"How many eggs?"

"Three."

"Ian I told you to follow the recipe.  It calls for 2 eggs.  3 eggs is too many."

"I added another egg 'cause I wanted them fluffy."

"Fluffy?????"

"How does it taste?"

"It tastes good."

"Then bake a test cookie.  Is the oven preheated?"

"Yes." Then he requests,  "Mom.  Give me Mary's phone number."

"Why?"

"Just give me Mary's phone number."

I'm remembering the time I offered to make him some cookies -- this is the same kid that said not to do anything stupid to 'em.  He must not quite trust me.  Grrrrrrrrr.

Later, Mary and I are walking in to Wal-Mart when her phone rings.  It's these type of questions all over again from Ian.  Then I hear her final declaration, "Sometimes Ian you just have to dump it and start all over."

That night when he came home I asked if I could taste one of the cookies.  He said his girlfriends mother came in and started laughing and laughing.  The whole time instead of flour they'd mistakenly used cornstarch!!!!!!!