I am a house wife. I do all the cooking, cleaning, and laundry. We're expecting our first child so I'm excited. I love to bake, and I love to try new recipes. I don't really have any traditions this could be considered both a tragedy and a triumph. I was making sugar cookies for valentines day. I was following a recipe and I thought it called for a cup of milk so I put it in. The consistency didn't seem right but I went ahead and made some anyway. When they came out they were the consistency of cake. I was so disappointed until my husband came home and ate one. He loved them and he told me I don't know what you did but you have to do it again.