F Is For Epic Mom ~FAIL~

It was Halloween.

And with Halloween comes The Halloween Class Party.

This was my moment to shine.  

I had a plan.

I was going to be Martha Mom.

I was going to having a shining moment.

I carefully picked a sugar cookie recipe that, even after a gazillion reviews, still had four stars.

It even had a secret ingredient.  I was pulling out all the stops.

(that there is sour cream... but ssh it will be our little secret)

As I mentioned yesterday, no sacrifice was too great!

I even read all of the reviews and made a few modifications of my own.

I was on the top of my game.

They were soft and moist, just waiting for some butter cream icing.

My daughter's classmates would remember this day.

The taste would be one they would never forget.

Mothers would call me to find out what recipe I used,

as their children pulled at their pant legs begging them for more.

But then....

After hours of mixing, rolling, cookie cutting, mixing of icing and decorating along with The Agronomist's run to the grocery store,

I realized....

Well after midnight that something was wrong.

My hopes and dreams for these cookies

danced away on clouds of icing sugar.

I had made one huge mistake.

It was going to drive me nuts for years to come.

How could I have overlooked this?

The almond extract with almond oil was my nemesis.

Our school is nut free.

My cookies were staying home.

I should have known it would be too good to be true.

Martha Mom was not to be.

This epic mom FAIL was brought to you by Bungalow'56.

If You want the recipe anyway... you can find it here.

(A blog which continually causes the owner to have to buy larger sized clothes.)

xoxo,

PS This is what I quickly made the next morning. I told the class I had purchased them from the Farmer's  Market, where a local witch sells her baking the week before Halloween.  In my morning stupor and mild depression, I think I may have doubled the baking soda?   Needless to say, there were a lot left over.  

 

PSS And just to drive the "No Martha" point home, this was a cake brought by another mom.
        Just in case you were wondering?
        She didn't buy it from a witch... she made... and decorated it by herself.

        Lets just be honest here.

        I never had a chance.




This post is linking up with The Marvelous Jenny at Alphabet Thursday.