If you're making Spritz cookies and the cookie press just isn't working right, check to see if there is an egg sitting on the counter.
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"It is a tragedy of the first magnitude that millions have ceased to use their hands...this great gift...It is highly likely that a time will come when we shall be so incapacitated and weak that we shall begin to curse ourselves for having forgotten the use of the living machines given to us by God."
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Der Himmel hat den Menschen als Gegengewicht zu den vielen Mühseligkeiten des Lebens drei Dinge gegeben, die Hoffnung, den Schlaf, und das Lachen.
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7 comments:
Don't you hate that? I remember one time leaving all the fat (butter) in the microwave! Those cookies didn't turn out either.
Or . . . when you serve one of those make-the-night-before breakfast casseroles with eggs, bread, cheese, seasonings and milk and it's kinda crunchy and really dry . . . check to see if you put the two cups of milk in.
There must be something in the air.
Mmm. Spritz cookies. I have fond memories of making them with Mom. She also made the very best sugar cookies in the whole wide world. Now I'm gonna cry.
Stupid ingredients. Should put themselves in.
oh my!!! i'm sorry, maybe it's the spiced rum and eggnog i am enjoying after a long day of playing with folks feet but that just made me laugh! Daughter and i are trying out the new cookie press tomorrow...i'll be sure to count the egg shells.
and if you are the opposite of someone who can cook, you read this post and wondered- Do eggs have magnetic properties with cookie presses? Thank goodness for intelligent comments
Duly noted. :o)
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