I am a domestic goddess

At least, that the title of the Nigella cookbook Johanna bought me - one of her fabulous wedding gifts to me.

Whether I am or not -- well, that is for the subjects of my cooking to decide.

LT came over tonight, and I attempted to bake for the first time since coming back. LT has some pretty discerning culinary taste, and I feel like I haven't seen her in forever, so I flipped through the book looking for something tasty and fun to impres her with.

Everything looked too complicated. Or maybe I'm just really lazy. Or both.

Yeah, probably both.

Either way, I opted for Toll House cookies from the dough log, which were pretty successful. I did, however, throw on the uber-stylish apron Johanna got me from Anthropologie -- which LT pointed out also enhances my non-existant cleavage -- just for a sophisticated twist.

So we ate cookies and milk, and caught up on life, and watched an artsy dance film, and I felt like a proper host. Cookie logs. Apron. Beer. Yeah, I think I got this down.