Pinterest lied to me

Decided to surprise Jake with homemade Easter cookies today. How hard could it be, right? I’ve got steady hands from all that anatomy lab work, decent eye for detail, and I watch enough Food Network to feel confident about basic frosting techniques.

Pinterest lied to me

Three hours later and I’m sitting in what looks like a craft store explosion. The bunny cookies are more abstract art than recognizable animals, the food coloring somehow escaped its designated areas and is now decorating my countertop in rainbow streaks, and I’m pretty sure there’s more flour on me than actually made it into the cookies. Jake’s going to walk into this disaster and either laugh until he cries or slowly back away.

The evidence speaks for itself.

The worst part? They actually taste pretty good. So I’m calling this a partial victory and hiding the evidence before he gets home from work. Sometimes the gap between Pinterest perfection and reality is just too wide to bridge with good intentions and a Tuesday afternoon.