Big Fat Chewy Choc Chip Cookies.
This is probably the most fuss-free (and successful) recipe I've used. Steal it here.
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The quality of my drive to work each morning governs my mood for the first half of the day.
Simiarly, whether I'm going to be chatty at the dinner table when I get home is pegged to the level of peak-hour angst.
Last night I raced a bitch down Kew - only because she'd raised her hands at me in exasperation when we stopped at the lights, and muttered something I couldn't hear. Women are the worst drivers because they never let you cut into their lanes. If not for the fucking Mercedes (think typical middle-aged Asian woman in Kew) which was travelling at some ridiculous snail's pace, I would have put the offensive forest-green Honda in its place. There. I feel much better now. Hi. I'm Eugenie, and I've got road rage.
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I spent the evening sitting by the warm oven watching my cookies grow. There's nothing like eating them fresh from the oven-
When the chocolate bits are still gooey, and the centres are still moist.
I sat on the floor and had dinner. It's nice when the house is quiet. It's nice not to have to speak to anyone sometimes.
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