The other day I wrote about my brown boogers and how it meant that I'd been outside "doing stuff" and brown boogs are a good thing.
Wednesday's brown boogs are a little different. Yes, I went out on a ride with Mom and, yes, I might have gotten a few brown boogs from the trail, but they couldn't compare to the ones I got from making cookies.
Yes, you read that right. I got me some brown boogers from making cookies.
I made three double batches of Chocolate Aztec cookies and while standing over the KitchenAid, slowly adding the dry ingredients to the wet I realized I was inhaling the cocoa dust. Bill and I were joking about it, and as often happens when we're bantering, it got out-of-hand, which is how we came up with chocolate-flavored boogs.
No, I did not take a picture. Nor did I attempt to get a sample to taste to see if they were actually chocolate-flavored, but one could reasonably assume that they would be.
The plus side is that we ended up with a whole shit-ton of cookies (we made extra just in case, 'cause no one wants to run out of those babies).
The down side? Allie-bird, my step-dog, found them on the table while RCC and I were out and ate an entire gallon-sized zip-lock bag of them. There were three dozen in the bag that I'd saved just for us, since the rest were already spoken for. We found a two-inch square of the zip-lock. That's all that was left. I guess we were lucky Allie hasn't gotten sick from eating all of that cocoa and cayenne, but we were not counting ourselves lucky Wednesday night when we wanted some.