But that’s not what I wanted to talk about today. No, I’ve got bigger fish to fry. Something that happened while I was stirring up the cookie dough. (mmmm fish cookies). Namely:
“Well what do you know? A broken spatula! Hmm. Happens to everyone. Shut up, Kate.”
You’re right, one spatula isn’t blog worthy. (And if I ever reach a point in my life where it is, just shoot me ok?)
But you know what *is* blog worthy?
“Oh, this one’s *blue*! Well this makes all the difference! Stupid Kate. Go away now.”
Shut up, dipwad.
Two broken spatulas. One batch of soft, chewy cookies.
I AM NOT THAT STRONG. Know how I know? Because I still can’t open a freaking jar lid. Jar lid > Spatula. Spatula fail.
And also? Those weren’t cheap. Well, not super cheap anyway. They were the $6 Bed Bath and Beyond ones, not the $2 Target ones. Because those broke too. On one of my Christmastime bake-a-thons.