Why I have a hate/love relationship with summer.
The Hate Part: I make cookies.
After buying, at various times, all the ingredients, I now gather them up. Starting with the organic butter that I laid out an hour ago to soften gets mashed with the organic almond butter and organic turbinado sugar. Add organic fair trade vanilla that I special order and have mailed to me, then Dark Chocolate powder, free range eggs and 2 tablespoons of organic milk, whole wheat pastry flour that is hard to find, sea salt and baking soda, slow cooking oats, dark chocolate Ghirardelli chips. I grind the walnuts and all the time I wonder how come, after all this baking, my arm never gets use to all this stirring.
Then I shape them on the cookie sheet, make sure I don’t space them out while baking them. This is hardest part. I sat down to work on a project at my desk and my son ask me if I have the timer on. “Oh shit, I forgot I was cooking.” and I run to take them out of oven just in time.
Then Curtis, my no-where-to-live-take-in teen, comes home from work starving. He ask if he can have a cookie while he is putting together a ham sandwich. He takes a bite of my amazingly healthy cookie, then sets it down on a plate.
I have a cookie and it is delicious. It is crunchy. I always say these are my granola cookies, but oh so much better than any granola bar I get from a store.
My son, Juma loves these cookies and he leaves at the end of the month for college, so I made them today feeling an empty nest virus coming on.
Later in the evening, after my daughter makes tacos for four friends and the family, I clean up the plates, scraping what looks like it could be complete meals into the trash.
I look into the trash can and what do I see, enough turkey meat to make 5 taco’s and what else?….my cookie that Curtis ate minus one bite.
Yep. He did that. They did that.
They don’t care that my money paid for the turkey meat.
And Curtis, who lives with us for the last two years, doesn’t care about anything I said in the first two paragraphs.
There is an added sting when I put so much effort into having healthy food for my family and they just don’t GIVE A SHIT.
Why I love summer.
Everyday I remember this will all be gone in a flash and I will miss them all ridiculously.
Here is my recipe if anyone wants to make them. That is, if you can find someone that appreciates a good crunchy cookie.
Choc-oat-chip granola cookie (warning: Twinkie lovers may not like these)
1/2 c. peanut or almond butter
1/2 c. butter
3/4 c. turbinado sugar
2 T. milk
2 tea. vanilla
1 3/4 c. ww pastry flour
1 tea. baking soda
1/2 tea. salt
1 T. dark cocoa powder
2 1/2 c. Oats
1 c. choc pieces
1 c. nuts
Heat oven to 375º. Beat sugar with both butters. Add eggs, milk, vanilla, beat well.
Add flour, b.soda, salt, cocoa powder and combine with sugar mixture.
Sitr in oats-choc-nuts. Bake 10-12 minutes.
Enjoy and if anyone wants one, break off a piece for them to taste first.