Turning Disaster Into Dessert

After a lot of nagging courtesy of Goldilocks (Little Bear was fast asleep and let's face it - he can't nag me yet) I checked again to see if the triple chocolate cookies we were baking were done. It had taken a little longer than expected - They looked as though they'd turn out tiny so I'd made them bigger.


Big mistake.

Being a novice in the kitchen I'd not realised that the cookies would spread and flatten in the oven. What should have been 5 large cookies was now a big, almost-burnt mess. The white chocolate chips were indistinguishable from the milk chocolate chips and there was no gap between the "cookies", although you could make out where it once was.

Trying to hide what a mess I'd made (whilst thanking the heavens for Ice Age 3 - what a distraction!) I attempted to scrape out the cookies one by one.

It didn't end well.

Goldilocks's devastation was only temporary, her gaping sad mouth soon plugged with the biggest piece of cookie I could find. I then set about finding her something else to do while I secretly cleared up. Before I set about scraping the plate and doing the dishes, I decided a coffee might cheer me up - I really was disappointed!

I was reaching for the milk when it hit me - for on the shelf above the milk was the long life double cream! I knew I didn't have time to prepare it just now - it was almost tea-time and Little Bear was due to wake up any minute now. So I let the idea stew for a bit, whacked the meatballs in the oven and the pasta in the saucepan.

A short while later, I slumped into the kitchen practically exhausted after wrestling a very wriggly Little Bear into a clean nappy and sleepsuit for bedtime, and decided on another coffee. I'm just about to take my first mouthful when a particularly radiant looking Goldilocks trotted into the kitchen. She didn't just look radiant because she'd raided my make up shelf AGAIN, she wanted something.

"Mummy, can I have some more cookies please?" She asks in her typical sing-song voice.

Ah, right. Thanks for reminding me! I quickly explain that Mummy wants to turn the broken cookies into an extra special dessert and ask her to wait a few minutes. To my surprise she agrees to this - none of the usual "BUT I WANT IT NOW!"

I pour the double cream into my wonderful, relatively new food processor and fix on the whisk attachment. I chuck in a little bit of vanilla essence too, then turn it on until it goes lovely and thick. Taking two glasses from the cupboard I remember my milk chocolate dessert sauce and fetch it, licking my lips all the way. I knew pregnancy wasn't the only reason I was fat!

A few minutes later, Goldilocks's Super-Awesome-Chocolate-Cookie-Crumbly-Creamy-Thing was born...

...Needless to say, she was thrilled!

Once I finished making my own, I realised that I had too many cookies. Luckily I hadn't crumbled them all - so I gave our desserts "ears":

The best form of contraception - something like this to distract you with. Sorry Big Bear ;-)