I Burnt the Cookies

Grant kindly asked me if I would make cookies.

I did. And I put them in the oven.

And then I left the room.

And then half an hour later, I came back into the kitchen.

And then I smelled them.

OOPS.

My kitchen stinks.

They are a lovely shade of black.

I'm just glad I ate a little bit of dough before I put them in the oven.

Maybe I subconsciously burned the cookies on purpose because I did a lot of exercising  today and I knew the cookies would ruin it all my hard work.

Poor cookies.

Poor husband.