god's way of saying "it's okay to eat chocolate chip cookies daily."

last night i was so excited to try out one of my mom's favorite recipes: butterscotch rolls.

you take rhode's rolls, put them in a bundt pan, cover them with brown sugar and butterscotch pudding packets, then let them raise overnight and cook them in the mornings.

they're super delicious, and relatively fool proof.

i must be a fool, obviously, i'm a failure at all things homemade.

i woke up this morning to a large pile of raised dough on our stove.

i started to cry and nick punched them all back into the bundt pan. then we put it in the oven.

i thought things would be ok.

false.

the rolls devilishly stretched back to the size they were and the entire top of my concoction was charred to a nice, black crisp.

i was so mad i wanted to throw it off our patio.

but nick laughed and ate it, ignoring its unmistakably inedible appearance.

it still tasted good, despite the fact that each roll not being small sized were, instead, extra large sized, bigger than dinner rolls even.

i don't know how my mom does it.

i know i can make chocolate chip cookies successfully.

so that's what we're going to eat, for the rest. of. our. lives.

i'm so thankful for nick and his optimistic personality.

there would be a lot of burned/over raised/dry/undercooked food and pans laying on the street outside of our apartment if it weren't for him.

and that is the last time i try to work with rhode's rolls.