Never thought it would take this long:- baking my new recipe of choc chip cookies. The Recipe did not come with a temperature, so i Assumed it would be a normal cookie-baking temperature. The first batch came out as soon as i put it in (temp too high!) second batch took a wee bit too long to bake (temp too low) and the third batch (i think i've got the perfect temperature) just got put into the oven.
It's kinda like bringing a child up, except that you don't get that many chances to "adjust the temperature." You pretty much get what you give.
In the past 2 months i've become an aunt to a gorgeous baby girl. I've felt the need to protect, love and cherish, as if she were my own. I've spent moments with her, lying on me like a koala bear, just thinking about how amazing life is and what she is going to develop into. I've wonder how people who are perfect in my eyes (character-wise) were brought up. I wonder if I could bring up the perfect child.
