My Only Saving Grace

I'm baking again. The third time this week. We've had a jell-o cake per Jason's request, oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, and regular chocolate chip cookies. However, I'm not so good at the 'baking' part of baking. Sifting flour and cracking eggs? I'm good. Knowing the right consistency dough should be? Pretty good. Oven-time? Uhhhh.....Let's just say that out of 3-4 sheets full of little delicious dough balls, only one usually turns out golden. There's usually one batch thats impossible to eat, they end up in the garbage. Another batch will be okay, as long as you eat them while their still warm, and then there's the "slightly undercooked, I've almost got it figured out" batch. By the time I get it right, theres only enough dough left for 10 or so. HA! So there obesity, you've only got me for 10 cookies, split 3-4 ways (Jason usually only makes it home in time for the slightly undercooked batch). But then I suppose I should account for all the dough I ate straight from the bowl...