On Saturday, Porter and I departed on a cookie-baking adventure that would last 9 hours. We had a cookie output of approximately 5 dozen cookies per hour.
This is a projected list of cookies we made on Saturday. My favorites included the lime shortbread and the chocolate chip.
This was the estimated distribution of cookies:
As you can see, the definition of “broken” is the number of cookies Cath wanted to try. So technically, we should attribute all broken cookies to her share, but really she came around and fed us broken pieces, so I included them in their own category. Perhaps it would have been more appropriate to describe the broken category as “sacrificial cookies” instead?
And finally, the following graph depicts the level of punchdrunk Porter and I were throughout the day.
You can tell that icing the sugar cookies was the pinnacle of the punchdrunkness. At this point we were singing Christmas songs with words about cookies and frosting. We abandoned frosting the cookies less than halfway through the pile because we just couldn’t take anymore.
This experience has taught me the following lessons:
1. Porter and I do not take making things lightly. Once we start, we will not stop until we are ready to fall over.
2. After a day of making cookies, one no longer wants to eat them.
3. Porter and I need a voice of reason when it comes to crafts.
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