I need more counter space.

Our fundraising plan grew like Topsy. It started off with a bake sale, which grew into a once-weekly baked goods and lemonade stand in front of our local Co-op (amongst other things). We start tomorrow. PANIC!

I spent July 4 mixing cookie batters and rolling out homemade dog biscuits. I cut over 100 dog biscuits with my cute little bone-shaped cutters.

My lovely and marvelous friend Maureen gave me a new rolling pin for my birthday last week, and I am in looooooooooove (with the pin, not Maureen, but Maureen does kick ass, plus she's a redhead, so it's a close call). I own 3 or 4 rolling pins, but the Kitchen Aid silicone non-stick has won my heart. Nothing sticks to this baby.

So tonight I'm madly scooping batter onto pans, reusing parchment paper so I feel virtuous, and I realize about mid-way through that I have fewer cookies than I thought I would -- by about half. I was super-sizing the cookies, which I don't usually do, so my counts had been pure guesswork. As a result I've spent the evening alternately convinced that I'm not going have nearly enough cookies and that we're only going to sell 3 and have to bring the rest home.

(For the record: we are going in armed with 16 jumbo sugar cookies, 25 jumbo chocolate chip cookies, and 27 normal-sized peanut butter chocolate kiss cookies.) These puppies were scooped with a standard-sized icecream scoop.

The peanut butter cookies were scooped with my medium-sized disher -- the one I use for most home-baked cookies.

That is to say, most of them were scooped with my medium disher. Then this happened:

But, on the bright side, I came through the evening without a single oven burn. All that was left was to get through quality control:

I hope we sell a lot of cookies tomorrow.