The worst cookies ever

Click on the picture to read the recipe.  Does anything seem wrong with it?  Too easy?  Too good to be true?  Sarah found this recipe in a book and has been dogging me to make it with her.  I thought today would be a good time, since it's Nana's birthday.  We were going to make a cute giraffe cookie for her, because she likes giraffes.

As any fool could probably figure out (but we didn't, for some reason), if you squish together flour, butter, and sugar, it is NOT going to magically turn into any kind of dough.  It was a dry, powdery mixture.  I added a little milk, and it turned into a dough.  Any fool could also tell by reading the recipe that there is no flavor it.  So we made these cute little cookies, all different shapes and patterns, and the giraffe for Nana.

As soon as they came out of the oven, Sarah pried one off the cookie sheet, took a big bite, made a face, and spit it into the garbage can.  I thought she was being over dramatic, but I took a bite of one, and it was just disgusting.  It tasted like nothing at best, and like soggy flour at worst.  Noah said, "I know what's wrong with those cookies," and I said, "So do I.  The recipe was awful."  But Noah said, "No, it wasn't the recipe.  We didn't put any love in it."  We usually put love in our baking by having fun and talking pleasantly to each other while we're working.  Sometimes Sarah will even blow kisses into the bowl.  But this time, I was mean and nasty while we were making them.  We didn't have any fun at all.  So when Noah suggested the reason for the bad taste, Sarah agreed and added, "Yeah, we actually put some hate in them."

I guess we'll go ahead and deliver the giraffe to Nana and advise her not to eat it.  Maybe she can put it out for the birds or something.