I have to admit, I didn't quite know what to do with the five pound bucket of refrigerated cookie dough that the Hubster proudly brought home from the grocery store, strutting around like a caveman showing off his latest kill.
Don't get me wrong, chocolate chip cookies are my ultimate, favoritest thing. But I was a little concerned that I wouldn't be able to resist the temptation of gorging on just the dough - which is a big no-no while your pregnant. (Unless, of course, you enjoy salmonella poisoning, in which case, go for it.)
Fortunately, Hubby knows this Achilles heel of mine, and made quick work out of slapping globs of dough onto a pan, completing a whole batch in a matter of minutes.
Whew! That bashed the cookie cravings for a about a day and a half. (What can I say? I'm eating for two here!)
With no cooked cookies left, what is a whale of a girl supposed to do? Hubs was busy bathing and bedding Miss Priss. And the picture of a cookie cake on the back of the bucket was calling to me.
But we don't have a pan big enough for a cookie cake.
AND, I couldn't trust myself NOT to burn it.
(If you recall, cooking is really Hubster's thing. Left to my own devices, I would subsist on Arby's roast beef sandwiches and cans of vegetables. I know this because, I'm embarrassed to admit, I have.)
What to do, what to do?
Aha! I had a stroke of brilliance that officially made me the Baker du Jour!

About a year ago I had purchased a brie baker, a beautiful handcrafted piece of pottery that sort of resembles a large ashtray. And, of course, I had yet to use it, with brie or anything else.
Today was the day! I stuffed it full of refrigerated dough while waiting for the oven to preheat to 425 degrees.
20 minutes later and....
Voila!
Perfect size for two people with a bit of a crunch on the outside and moist and gooey on the inside.
(Better go wipe your face before the drool ruins your keyboard.)
The rest of the bucket was consumed in similar style - sometimes topped with ice cream!
(Again, watch the drool!)Isn't it amazing how something can go from being the biggest waste of money to totally priceless in just one night?
Disclaimer #1: OK, if you didn't already pick up on it, I bought this thing a year ago, with my own money, so no, this not one of those sponsored posts. I included the link to where I got my brie baker in case your cravings cannot be satisfied until you've made a cookie of your own.
Disclaimer #2: Although I may be as rotund as the Pillsbury Dough Boy, don't even
think about poking my tummy - unless you WANT to lose a finger.
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