I tried out a recipe from the cookbook I got last year for Christmas from my niece Katie. Then I carefully constructed a Cookie Testing Focus Group based on who I saw over the next couple of days. I am, as you can see, a woman of science.
The Focus Group included my mom, the Army Dude and an army dude buddy with whom he was headed to one of our country's military bases to do Army stuff (I imagine this consists of camping out, toasting marshmallows, and singing Boy Scout songs), the guy who cuts the lawn, and my friends IT Guy and the Rock&Roll Drummer.
Rock&Roll Drummer shared his cookies with a friend of his that I don't have an online nickname for yet, who would not eat the cookie in front of me in case he didn't like it. Which has made me completely neurotic, by the way, so the friend without an online nickname should watch it. I am as good at picking out mean nicknames as I am nice ones. Just ask my friends about the Evil Snowman of the Apocalypse.
Regardless of what anyone thinks of your cooking, apparently you cookies are very happy with the result! Happy cookies, happy happy cookies.
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