Hey, hey, hey.

Right now I’m probably somewhere high in the sky, en route to the lovely state of Arkansas.  Shoot me in the face.  No offense if any of you are from Arkansas.  It’s just honestly the last thing I want to be doing this week.

Work It Hard Circuits + 15 Minute Spin Intervals

This morning I woke up early to squeeze in a workout on my own before heading to the airport.  I started with a 10 minute steady warmup on a spin bike.  Then I set myself up a little station and busted out the “Work It Hard Circuit Workout.”

I did it three times through instead of two like the original time I posted it.

I finished with some cardio – 15 minutes of intervals back on the spin bike.  Did 10 minutes of 30 second sprints, 15 second recoveries, and 45 second runs in high 3rd with tension.  Then did one Tabata of 20 second sprints and 10 second recoveries for four minutes, and finished with a one minute cooldown.

Batta bing, batta boom.

The circuit workout + the intervals definitely made the time pass fast.

Now that I’ve talked about sweating, let’s talk about dessert, mmkay?

I mentioned this weekend I baked some cookies to bring along to Kerri’s birthday party.

Whole Wheat Sugar Cookies

Recipe inspired by Chocolate Covered Katie


  • 3/4 cup whole wheat pastry flour
  • 1/4 tsp baking powder
  • 1/4 tsp salt
  • 1/4 tsp plus 1/8 tsp baking soda
  • 1/4 cup white sugar
  • 1/2 tsp pure vanilla extract
  • 1.5 tablespoons milk
  • 1/4 cup butter, melted


  1. Preheat oven to 325.
  2. Mix all the ingredients in a big bowl.
  3. Roll into little balls, making sure to flatten a bit but not too thin.
  4. Bake for 9 minutes and let cool.
  5. Frost if desired!

This recipe made 11 cookies.  Yes 11.  I rolled them pretty small, so maybe play with different sizes but just keep in mind you may need to make a few batches if bringing along to a party!

The Sombrero Cookies That Never Were

Now, I originally was NOT planning to make regular ole sugar cookies.  I initially wanted to make the whole wheat sugar cookies but spice em up a bit to look like this:


However.  My brain was still a bit fuzzy from too many mugs, and I really just didn’t think things through.  My first two batches of cookies came out WAY too small.  I rolled the dough into balls but didn’t flatten them out enough so they didn’t get big enough to look like the base of a sombrero.  I thought I’d give it a try anyways, so I busted out the frosting gun to start decorating as seen above.

To my horror, I realized that my precious frosting gun was BROKEN!  The little trigger where you push down with your thumb had somehow cracked in half.  How it broke is still a mystery to me — it wasn’t broken when I had used it last.  Maybe it broke in the dishwasher?  But I feel as though I would have noticed as I packed it back into its box after drying it off.  Either way, I was so angry!  Not only was the frosting gun broken, but now I had these stupid sugar cookies that were too small, and no mechanism to frost as intricately as I would need to get them to look right.  I tried the plastic bag method, I tried a knife, and it just wasn’t working.

In my hungover state, I started stomping around grumpily.  I may have yelled.  There might have been tears.  I finally took a deep breath and decorated one cookie to look like the stupid sombreros.  I finished it, took a step back, and asked Tim to come see if he could tell what they were.  He took one look at my poor little cookie, looked up with an “I’m sorry” expression, and I legitimately teared up and said with shoulders shaking:

“It looks like a nipple.”

I couldn’t bring NIPPLE cookies to my friend’s parents’ house!  I wish, wish, wish I had taken a picture of the nipple cookie, but Tim ate it before I had a chance.  It legit looked like a boob with a gumdrop nipple sticking right out.  Tim did try to “fix” it by cutting the gumdrop smaller, but it just made it worse.

“I just baked areolas!!!

Moral of the story: 
Never bake cookies with a margarita hangover.  Unless you need a funny idea for your next bachelorette.

I salvaged the bad boob job by just frosting the cookies completely and sprinkling with nonpareils.  They still tasted good, but I didn’t get to bring along any Cinco De Mayo themed treats or inappropriate body parts.

Ever had a baking disaster?!

Roommates, please help yourselves to my leftover unused gum drops.