Good thing I never got one of those talking scales from the Sharper Image catalog . . .
Because if I did, mine would be saying, "Girlfriend, what? Did you think you could make a batch of triple layer cookie bars for the kids over the weekend, eat half the pan, and NOT gain a pound?"
[Mmmmmm, the carmelly goodness smushed in between two layers of chocolate chip cookie.]
Either Betty Crocker is now adding something to her chocolate chips, or my willpower is at an all time low.
I think from now on it is safer to not bring such items into my home on the off chance that I will feel like baking on a Saturday night, using the fact that the kids have cousins sleeping over as an excuse.
*burp*
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Yep the family pack of Pillsbury Cookie dough later and I am feeling you.
Yum...sounds like you should share the recipe! :)
Yep- and mine would say: What you think that you're still twelve and can eat 5 pieces of toast with nary a worry.
*burp* I just ate 3!
YUM! Recipe please?
Love you!
I think talking scales are the devil. Srsly. Oh, and now I'm hungry.
Okay, this post made me hungry for baked goods....
Sounds awesome and I can't believe you didn't share!
At least you can step on a scale. I have to take all my junk in the trunk to the side of I-5 where they do the weight check on 18-wheelers.
What? Triple layer cookie bars do make you gain weight? What?
Thanks for your kind words at my place, and thanks for introducing yourself. I'll be back!
Even worse is when the kids start baking them--then they're always around!
CLEARLY the chocolate chips are drugged
Your scale and my scale? They need to take a long walk off a short pier together...
Cookies are edible happiness. My scale probably would not agree. LOL.
hah i can relate. i'm supposed to be eating right this pregnancy to avoid massive weight gain. i've done better than with hannah but nowhere near as good as i've wanted to do.
LOL))))
Between you and Angela-
My goodness!
I want some of these goodies!
Oh girl, I'm all about excuses when it comes to cookies.
*lol* I don't know what's worse, talking scales or talking alarm clocks (we have one, which is now under the bed with the batteries removed after being thrown against the wall!)...both are equally annoying but the talking scale would last about .05 seconds around here before being kicked into next year.
Of course, now that I've said that, guess what's going to be under my Christmas tree? Yeah my luck kinda sucks like that.
curse betty crocker for making delicious treats.
My willpower is at an all time low. I'll take half a pan!
I have been a non stop eating machine.. and cookies..yum.. one is never enough.
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