While this picture may fool you into thinking it's just a pile of cookie dough balls, it's really a pile of huge cookie dough balls. I had to use an ice cream scoop to form these.
There are about 80-90 cookies. Not sure really, I lost count. My shoulders hurt because the dough was cold...not a good idea. My hands feel callused too. They aren't used to hard work.
This is only 4 batches worth of cooked cookies. I have about 10 more to go. Maybe not that many...we'll see. I'm still mid process.
This is what Logan has been doing while I've been working. Filling all the dishes in the sink with water. There is water all over the counter and floor. But, it was worth it because it kept him occupied while I was busy, busy, busy! Too bad he couldn't put them in the dishwasher.
Do I really care that much about the fathers in the ward to go through this work? Apparently. Luckily one of the cookies broke when I was transferring it to the cooling rack. I had to eat it. Well, I couldn't give a broken cookie could I?! I promise, it was an accident that it broke. However, since tasting it, I can't promise that the next broken cookie will be an accident.
Like I said before, I love to eat what I bake...this is torturous to make so many cookies that I can't eat! Here's hopping for extras!