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Smells like desperation. 

When an invite is extended to a Christmas party, my initial instinct is to bake enough cookies to fill a small UHaul. When an invite is extended to a Christmas party in a country that doesn’t believe in ovens, my second instinct is to kludge it ‘till it works. Presenting My Colombian Oven™, made possible by an abandoned (inverted) electric griddle, judicious buttering of a skillet and a gas stovetop.

Pan-sized chocolate chunk cookie not included.

Posted at 3:20pm and tagged with: cooking, baking, colombia, cookies,.