We have new neighbors and Blair and I thought it would be a nice idea to take over a housewarming gift. So yesterday afternoon I baked oatmeal-raisin cookies and, once they cooled, we wrapped them in pink plastic wrap, tied them with a ribbon and put them in the basket with the cat toys and chew stick we'd bought for our neighbor's cats and dog, respectively.
One problem. We didn't check to see that our new neighbors were home, which they were not. And I haven't seen any trace of them today. I figure we have maybe a 48-hour window to get those cookies to them and still have them taste fresh. The danger, of course, is that our new neighbors will not come home in time which would then mandate, naturally, that we eat the cookies ourselves.
This is bad news. I ate half a cookie this morning before I went to yoga and was shaking while trying to do a standing balance pose. The recipe I use calls for 1 cup granulated sugar, 1/2 cup brown sugar, and gets worse from there. I try to convince myself they're healthier than store bought because there are no dyes or preservatives but who am I kidding? These things are essentially sugar particles bound together with a few oats.
So much for trying to be neighborly. I suppose I'll just have to (sigh) whip up another batch when they do come home. After I test a few for quality purposes, of course.