I have a confession to make. It pains me to say this, but it’s time to come clean: I am a (recovering) snob. Continue reading
This is my favorite shortbread cookie, in part because the dough is tasty (and no eggs, so no dough-eating guilt, yay!) and in part because it is so flippin’ easy. Foolproof, I might even say. And endlessly tweak-able. This is the same dough Continue reading
In the spring of 2003, the hubster and I planted two native huckleberry plants in our front yard. I remember it so clearly because the plants were a belated wedding gift from a coworker, who took us to a native plant nursery and walked us around one wet and cold weekend morning, helping us decipher the magic behind what appeared to be a whole lot of sad little twigs in plastic pots. Really, we had NO clue. We’d bought a house at the same time we got married, and while the house itself was fresh and new (newly remodeled, anyway) – the yard was a mess of dirt and weeds and chain link fence. We were starting from scratch.
Did you grow up with Chocolate No-Bake Cookies? That glorious, super simple, and super fast concoction of butter/sugar/cocoa/oats? I did. They were one of the first sweet treats I was allowed to make entirely by myself, and I can’t even imagine how many batches of them my brother and I devoured, home alone after school while mom was at work. I grew up with the peanut butter version–seeing as we’re such a peanut butter family and all–but I’ve made plenty of the “plain” variety as well.
A couple years back a friend of mine started a cookie company, and spent a holiday season selling them at the Truffle shop with me. One way or another the subject of no-bake cookies came up, and I begged her to make some. She did, and she sold out of them (the ones I didn’t eat, anyway) almost immediately. She couldn’t believe it–why would somebody buy a cookie that is so easy to make? But, of course, hers were beyond awesome thanks to a secret ingredient (which I will not reveal!), so it was no surprise to me. And, who can turn down a no-bake cookie?! Not me.
I’m not going to lie. I ate a cool 2 dozen of these cookies in the space of 2 days last week. God help me if my personal trainer reads this. But really, I blame it on the ankle sprain – I mean, I couldn’t work out anyway, and the cookies were just there, taunting me with all their delightful shortbready buttery-ness. I’m not a saint, people. I’m really not.
I have to tell you, when I’m laying in bed at night, verging on unconsciousness, I write the most amazing blog posts in my head. You know, the kind that are smart and funny and interesting, and full of witty observations and all that. Oh, and I come up with the greatest business ideas, too! Unbelievable recipes, can’t-miss marketing schemes, you name it.
And then I wake up in the morning. Poof. Gone.
I need a Brain Recorder.