The other night I had my butt planted in front of the computer after the kids went to bed. Archie routinely alternates between sleeping on Cole’s bed and walking around the house. So, the other night, I thought nothing when I heard him out in the kitchen. Then, he came up to me panting. I thought, “I know this dog hasn’t been outside, why the heck is he panting?” Then, I went out into the kitchen because I remembered the toll house chocolate chip/peanut butter chip bars I had made for dessert that night. I walked into the kitchen and thought: “that’s odd, why is the pan tilted at that weird angle and halfway hanging off the counter?” Then, I stepped on something that went crunch and stared at my bar cookies. It took a minute to realize that someone had been eating my cookies and it wasn’t me.

In my current state of existence, toll house cookie bars don’t get made that often. There was no way I was going to pitch these homemade toll house bars.
We still ate the rest of them.













