Liar, liar

Conventional wisdom tells us that it's not good to start off a relationship on a lie. Perhaps it's time to confess the truth to LB about something important.

I did not make the cookies.

Oh, he's dazzled by my culinary skills, so I haven't exactly come clean. Granted, I never said I made them. He just thinks I did and I haven't told him otherwise. Thank goodness for the Pillsbury dough boy.

A few weeks ago we had a lunch non-date and I happened to have some no bakes and chocolate chip cookies in the car that I sent home with him, both of which I made from scratch. They were a bit too dry, but he was sweet and said they were good.

Last week I made brownies (from a box but I did add the egg and oil) and peanut butter cup cookies and took them to him for our weekly lunch non-date. Two days later he went on and on about the peanut butter ones, calling them the best cookies he's ever tasted. Oops! So today I braved the ice and cold to head back to the world's largest retailer and buy some more cookie dough to perpetuate the lie that I am the world's best cookie maker.

If they came out of my oven I made them, right?

Tomorrow I'm having lunch with LB and will present him with two dozen of those scrumptious peanut butter cup cookies. Maybe he'll think my hair color's natural, too.