Dear Linds

Once upon a time...along summer ago...you baked me and Alex amazing chocolate chip cookies...I remember being like, that is one family recipe I must get off Linds, and so I asked and you told me,something like, "Oh there nothing really, super easy and the recipe...it's off the chipits bag"...I was shocked, still am...that such a wonderful secret is so well...not secret.
Now, today, I am off to a baby shower...what do I decide to being....yup. the perfect cookie. Off I go to the store to buy a chipits bag and all the ingredients...this is foreshadowing that I actually have very few baking nessessities at home...come home to finally bake these wonder cookies which I am trusting, as you said, are a sinch...
half-way through mixing the dough I wanted to call you and ask if your dough keeps breaking apart and not sticking together....why is it not sticking together?cookies are sticky...why do mine crumble? but then I thought, naahhh these are a sinch, so I poured in the chipits and prepared to bake them...
I could blame the consistancy on the fact that I had no proper measuring cups...I googled the mls measuring amount of 1 cup and found it to be the equivalent of a small sour cream container, which I dug out of the plastic container drawer to use, so really I don't think I messed up there-250mls equals 250 mls...then again I just eye-balled the half-cup measurements...but these are a sinch to make right? so it should be fine.
Anyway,
The first batch were just practise...I put three on a pan and when they were done (10-12 minutes) they still hadn't 'melted' you know when the cookies melt as they cook and spread out over the surface area of the pan and when you make them too closed together or too big they grow into eachother....yeah, that melt....well it never happened...my cookies look like little domes...thick....kinda scary.
then, I was waiting for the second batch to melt...and they burnt! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
sinch, easy, nothing really...those words dancing in my little oblivious head got replace with...i suck.
my roomate came home sometime during this whole episode, ate a burnt cookie, told me it still tasted okay.
now I am done, surrounded by a pile of little scary domes....the non-melty kind in a variety of colors....
I could blame it on the pans from the salvation army that are about the same age as this 1940's house I live in...I could blame it on the oven, the heat was uneven and not able to melt the cookies...maybe there was a typo on my chipits bag....seriously....but the fact of the matter is, I can't make melty cookies...