“Man, my first few cookie trays are so bad, what do you do with yours?”
“Mine are fine because I let the oven preheat”
“That can’t be it, the oven takes so long!”
And then I shrug because they’re getting pissy like I’m withholding secrets when it’s usually that one. Or maybe
“Wow these are so flavorful! When I made them they were so bland!”
Then I can’t answer because she was bitching about how much salt they had in the original recipe lmfao. And my mother would have killed me if I had said “Because I used the salt you salt hating 00s lady”
“Man, my first few cookie trays are so bad, what do you do with yours?”
“Mine are fine because I let the oven preheat”
“That can’t be it, the oven takes so long!”
And then I shrug because they’re getting pissy like I’m withholding secrets when it’s usually that one. Or maybe
“Wow these are so flavorful! When I made them they were so bland!”
Then I can’t answer because she was bitching about how much salt they had in the original recipe lmfao. And my mother would have killed me if I had said “Because I used the salt you salt hating 00s lady”