When I’m upset I bake. So today I found out some sad news about my dog. I decided to take my mind off of it that I was going to bake some cookies. My brother was coming for a visit tonight so I figured I’d make some for him too.

I first made a gluten free version of my crowd favorite chocolate chip for my husband (he doesn’t has celiac but a sensitivity) and after all of his dough was used up I made regular flour ones for my brother. I do this all the time. Because the gluten flour is so expensive and hard to find I only use it for my husband’s stuff.

I put each batch on their own separate cooking racks on separate sides of the kitchen. My husband had asked if I made them all GF because my brother wouldn’t have known. I told him I could but I wasn’t doing that.

Fast forward a couple hours. I walk into the kitchen and notice something like four of the gluten ones are gone. I ask my brother if he sneaked some and he says one but (I found out) it was a GF one. I run downstairs to my husband and he has a napkin with two cookies on it. I ask him what rack he got them from and he says he didn’t know. He just grabbed a few. I told him not to eat anymore and explain the steps I took so his wouldn’t get mixed up. That they were cooling and weren’t ready yet. Now he’s upset with me because he’s going to get sick (stomach upset) because I didn’t make them all GF. That I wasn’t clear enough for him and I should have made them GF.

I’m sitting here hanging out with my brother and I refuse to feel bad (when this day has already sucked) because he couldn’t double check before taking them. I was careful and made sure I didn’t cross contaminate his by making them first and everything. 😞