I tried to do my Christmas baking, and fnially discovered what’s wrong with our oven. The temperature sensor is all fucked up.
I now have a batch of giant, but undercooked cookies, a batch of burnt baby cookies that my mom insisted (all the way from Mumbai) that I try making in the toaster, and a batch of cookies that are just about perfect.
1 outta 3 isn’t so bad, hey?
Merry Christmas, everyone.