Riddle me this...

Tomorrow is Cecilia's Baptism day. I usually celebrate by getting a small token gift and making a special dessert. I planned to make her dessert tomorrow (after a run to the Target in the morning) but an afternoon thunderstorm closed the pool and killed our plans for whittling away the afternoon.

What to do? What to do? Let's bake her dessert. She originally wanted cake but, eh, boring. Let's make cookies! Thankfully, she's really easy to please, especially when it comes to sugary desserts. We decided to make these, because I thought I had all the ingredients.

Ha. Ha ha.

So, I had fewer pretzels than I thought -- not even quite 1/2 a cup. No biggie. I threw in a handful of oatmeal instead. No mini chocolate chips, but the regular size is fine. Oh, and no vanilla, but a quick internet search tells me you can use rum or brandy. Well, how about whipped flavored vodka? Alrighty-then. I may have said a few prayers that they turn out, and I'm happy to say they did.

Trying to be artsy

But here's the strange thing: I love love LOVE peanut butter. I mean, eat it out of the jar love. But the smell of these peanut butter cookies is driving me crazy. I kind of want them out of my house. Any takers?