Bailey convinced me to make a dessert tonight - Chocolate Chip cookies. Usually, he loves my homemade cookies. Ya know - the Nestle Toll House recipe?
Have you ever had to negotiate with your child to eat a chocolate chip cookie? I have not... until tonight.
Now is when I CURSE this recipe... okay maybe not curse, but this recipe FAILED... big time! The cookie recipe calls for old fashioned oats - which Bailey won't touch with a ten foot poll. So I ground them up, and mixed them with the flour. Smart, right? Well apparently, I didn't grind them up enough, because Bailey was tasting/feeling them in his mouth, and spitting them into the trash can.
The hidden vegetable in this recipe is garbanzo beans. The recipe didn't say anything about pureeing them, but I steamed them, and at least threw them in the food processor a little to grind them up. Bailey was convinced there was nuts in the cookies, and said they tasted like Peanut Butter... ( I think it was just the oats he was tasting).
The cookies were really very good. Sweet and browned on the outside, moist and chewy on the inside. My mother-in-law gave me the ultimate compliment and said they tasted like "Junk Cookies" - which are cookies that her other daughter-in-law makes only at Christmas. They are highly coveted, and she won't give out the recipe. So this came close. Reese liked them, and so did my husband and I.
So, after spitting out the oats after each nibble, it took Bailey 3 HOURS to eat one cookie. Boy- was I irritated! I was ready to cuss out someone. After he told me he didn't feel good, I said I am sorry - now eat your cookie! (I didn't believe him, because that's always his excuse) I was so mean to everyone tonight, and told Bailey he was hurting my feelings, and how I am doing this whole thing for him! He apologized, and got down to the last bite. I left the room, because I had just had it, and there is was - I heard from the next room - a big gag, and he threw up everything in the trash can. My child REALLY didn't feel good, and here I was forcing him to eat a cookie.
Such a pitiful night... and I feel like the worst mom ever!
Not so excited about the deserts now - I have NO IDEA what I am gonna make tomorrow.
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