If you give a girl a cookie...

I have discovered my Achilles Heel. My Kryptonite. My Yoko. You may be thinking the obvious answer- Food. Well yes and no. It is not food in general. It is a food specifically. The one, the only, the Cookie. Not just because it is the most delicious dessert creation in the universe. Not just because it can be simple and perfect, warm and gooey, or crunchy and complicated-it doesn't matter- you have a cookie? Give it to me. That is a threat. But the real reason that a cookie can put me on my knees? I can't bake a cookie to save my life. I'm not talking about ready to bake (thank you Lord for Nestle cookie dough!), I'm talking about from scratch. Fresh eggs, real butter, brown AND white sugar, chocolate chips, all those powdery ingredients (baking powder, flour, baking soda) a little salt, a little vanilla. Yum. Except when yours truly is behind the whisk. Look out and look forward to flat, flavorless flops. They don't look appetizing and they don't taste good. My biggest private domestic shame all wrapped up in a 3 inch diameter....disc.