You guys know how much I love my Andy and how the one goal in life is to make him happy, right? Well, I know how much he loves chocolate chip cookies so I put on my apron and channeled the dutiful housewife within.
Don't ask me what the hell happened because if I knew what I was doing, they would have obviously come out perfectly and not looking like a science experiment gone wrong. A YUMMY science experiment.
I called Andy over and after he laughed at me for being unable to follow simple instructions ("" simple "" according to him but to me? When they ["they" being the evil instruction dictators] tell me "room temperature butter" and it's 75 degrees in the house it's not really my fault the butter gets goopy!), he said they tasted like heaven. Well, he didn't actually say the word "heaven" but that's what I heard.
At least I didn't burn or melt anything (that didn't mean to be melted).