So, since yesterday it has been snowing and blowing, much like most of the country. As I sit from my little office desk, I can see the big picture windows in the living room and have noticed traffic drive past the house as well as the neighbor across the street coming and going. "Hey cool!" I thought. "If I really need to get out and go to the store I should be able to get there with no problems." So Ryan decides to make pizza for lunch (yep, it's 1:37 pm and we have not yet had lunch. That's the beauty of school snow days where kids sleep late and then munch for breakfast.) Anyway, I had already planned to make peanut butter cookies as well. Just like my hoarding of cloth diapers, I have 6 18 oz jars of creamy peanut butter, 2 40 oz jars of chunky peanut butter, and 1 40 oz jar of creamy. *sigh* So I figured I could make a small dent in that stash and make two double batches of cookies. I get started with weighing/measuring my ingredients and realize I do not have enough butter or shortening to even make a double batch.
Hmm, so what do I do? I already didn't get milk before the storm hit, (yes mom I know, I should have made sure we at least had milk) so I figured, if there are vehicles on the road, why can't I get to the store too? So I put my boots on, bundle up, and head on out. The drive way is not very snow covered, so it should be easy. Then I hit the end of the drive way. *CRUNCH* oops I pull forward thinking (yeah here I go thinking again) "If I gun it I can get through." I gunned it and *CRUNCH* and now I'm stuck. *insert momma's growl and heavy sigh*. I jump out and look at the damage. Yeah, after three years of living here, you'd think I would remember that the end of the drive way is at a slant to the road and snow piles up there. Nope, I didn't remember that. So there I am with snow packed up over my back bumper (we have a Ford Windstar mini-van). I grab the snow shovel thinking maybe I can dig out, but seeing how much snow is really under the van, I simply scoop enough to get me unstuck. So now what. Accepting defeat (because I am not going to shovel 2 feet of snow just for butter and milk... kids can drink juice) I run inside and get Ryan to help me. Like a trooper (thank goodness he loves me) he comes out in his winter coat, house pants, and sneakers (he doesn't have boots) and drives the van while I push.
Freedom was so close. I can still see people driving by the house while I type and sip my coffee. The extra cookies will just have to wait.
UPDATE:
Let's just add some insult to injury here. I went to mix up my cookies. However, in my eagerness I did not let the butter come up to room temperature. So in my mixture, sans the flour, I have little butter dots. Hm, okay. So I decide to let the mixture sit to see if it will all come to room temperature and mix smoothly. I do some facebook, blog about my "adventure" and feed Michael. I figured enough time has lapsed so I go to finish mixing my dough. Well, the butter really hasn't melted any, but I want to get them done. I add my flour and all is mixed. I prep my pans (all the while my oven has been on preheating while I waited for my butter to come to room temperature) and scoop out my first pan. I go to put it in the oven and what do I see?!? IT'S LOCKED!!! Veronica has struck again. In her adventures through the house, she has locked my oven door. The only way I can get it to unlock is turn it off and wait for it to cool. When that happens I can finally conquer my cookie quest.
