Really, the title should be everything goes better with chocolate.
As I mentioned in my official Tuesdays with Dorie post this week, I was planning to coat the rest of my sugar cookies in chocolate. I was prepared, however, to scrap that plan in favor some simple sprinkles and sugar decorating with my kids. When I mentioned the idea at dinner they were very enthusiastic. Unfortunately, while I was cleaning up after dinner and rolling the dough, they somehow found a Jimmy Neutron Christmas special. When it came time to cut and sprinkle I was unceremoniously dumped for a precocious science kid and his robot dog. This is a downside to having a child who can both work the remote control and read the guide. So much for Norman Rockwell right, Cathy?
Sc*$% the sprinkles and family togetherness. I went back to my original plan. My dad randomly brought over an entire bag of those green and red mints shaped like kisses. I chopped ’em up and sprinkled them on top. In my mind, the finished product was much cuter. Oh well.
I also made the Perfection Poundcake last week for work. Once again, I sort of shook my head like an idiot at the recipe. Plain poundcake? Really? People eat that? I am all over plain pound cake if there is a nice little topping to accompany it. Since a topping was not practical and I am of the belief that everything goes better with chocolate, I dumped in some chocolate chunks.
I think, had I one minute to focus on the poundcake, it could have been very good. Unfortunately, I was playing a game with son #1 during the mixing stages. I did a fabulous job of creaming that butter for five minutes. With no sugar. Oops. I assume that even people who eat plain pound cake want the sugar. I had to toss that in later. Then I set my timer for 45 minutes and dutifully added my foil tent. Then I got busy with laundry and bed times and the cake….a little overbaked I think. I have no earthly idea of exactly how long I baked it but it was more time than needed.
The moral of the story? Learn to multi-task or tell those kids to read their own dang story (yeah, right).