What's wrong with me?

I have baked things TWICE in the last week. TWICE. I don't bake. Ever. But apparently I've had a wild hair up my ass lately. So...here are the fruits of my labor.

Last Saturday's Applesauce Oatmeal Craisin cookies...

aka the cookie amoeba. I made the dough portions a leeeeetle too big. Plus, no one told me that subbing applesauce for the oil in a cookie recipe makes them kind of sticky. And that I'd have to peel the cookies off the foil veeerrrrry carefully. But still, they were good. Even Jason says so, and he's not afraid to tell me that something I made tastes like crap. You may think it's harsh, but I call it love. Besides, when he does inform me that I've made yet another failed attempt at cooking, I usually already know it. And if it's just b/c I like it and he doesn't...then fuck him, more for me!

Today's fun...Diet coke cake. Specifically, cherry coke zero and chocolate cake cupcakes.

These have not had the husband test yet, but they'll pass. These things are fucking GOOD. I've already had two, and am resisting the urge to eat number three. I slightly overfilled the cupcake wrappers, but who ever said that was a bad thing? What I love about this recipe is that its literally idiot proof. Mix one can diet pop of your choice with one box cake mix of your choice. Bake according to directions on box. And that's it. IMO, they don't even need icing-at least, mine don't. Amazing, and semi-healthy. Meaning, the fact that I want to eat all 12 cupcakes is totally okay.

Maybe this baking business doesn't suck such big fat donkey balls after all...