The Cookie Test

Something happened this week … involving a cookie … and I’d like to get it off my chest.

Me and Brad have been so busy and stressed and naturally not been all that cute. So Monday comes around and I’m like, I feel like doing something really sweet. But I just couldn’t be bothered to bake myself (yes that happens to me sometimes!)

I called up Millie’s cookies and asked for her loveliest giant cookie. It was ready really quickly and I went to collect it. And I got ‘you smile I smile’ piped on top because Justin Bieber lyrics make us happy. The cookie was tucked inside one of Millie’s adorable boxes and I put it on my bed all ready for Brad to be sweetly surprised.

He saw it and gave me that ‘you’re so cute Brides’ smile. And not long after eating a quarter of it, he looked at me and said ‘but you got this for yourself really didn’t you?’ Hm, what was my reaction? A whole lot of high pitched No’s and ‘how could you’ stuff. This was a ‘let's just be cute’ gesture. It wasn’t because I wanted a giant cookie all to myself.

Tuesday. I wake up and I have a whole lot of admin to get to. Emails, orders, materials to buy. My head tilts ever so slightly and I just happen to notice those ever enticing stripes on Millie’s cookie box. The one Brad so kindly left round my house. I go and eat a little. And then I go and bake a little, and then I go upstairs and have some more cookie. Maybe this happened a few more times.

Anyway, to cut this cookie short, there’s about a quarter left. So yes, I ate quite a bit of it. And I thought to myself … maybe Brad was right. It’s been a funny, busy, unsettling time, and I just wanted some excuse to buy myself a giant cookie with my favourite lyrics on top. Does this make me sad? Potentially. But guess what, I don’t give a fudge. Every bite was better than the last and sometimes you just deserve a huge cookie flavoured treat. And the thought was there, for Brad … and for me. Actually, the thought is still there, in that delicate sized piece I've left for him.

Today, in between whisking hundreds of eggs and spring cleaning, I managed to make a rolex. An edible rolex that is. So very timely to make and as fiddly as fiddly can be … but oh my, does it look stylish. So sleek, kinda sparkly, sort of can’t stop staring at it.

I make lots of little parts, wait for all of them to dry, spray a little here and there and then stick it altogether. Patience is my best friend. She stops me from losing my mind.

The photos below show a little of the watch … it’s really hard for me to put into words how I make it. Because I kind of just make it up as I go along. In the most thoughtful way. An edible rolex will test your perfectionism, that’s for sure.

It’s time for me to go to sleep now! I have a busy Thursday ahead of me. I hope my cookie story doesn't make me look too greedy … sometimes a gal just needs a giant cookie and a cuppa milk. It's as simple as that.

Bridie x