Crazy Talk and Sometimes Socks
Also, Grammy Puddin's birthday was yesterday, so The Attitude and I did what any right-thinking father-son combination should do. We made oatmeal cookies to take her this weekend. Hopefully the snow that's falling right now will accommodate. If not, we'll be forced to eat them all ourselves and make more later. Because clearly only a monster would take … Continue reading It’s Snowy And School Is Closed Tomorrow
For whatever reason, I've gotten it into my head over the course of the past six months or so that Thursday night is cookie night, the best night of the week to dig out the brown sugar and a mixer and whip up a batch of chewy goodness. Or at least it is when you … Continue reading No Cookie Thursday
Each year Girl Scouts rule. O'er a Thin Mint reign I'll take nice chocolate chips, thanks
Yes, contrary to what you’re probably thinking, I am aware of the elephant in the room. In fact, I’d say this tweet of mine from yesterday fairly well points out that elephant, paints it pink, calls it smelly, and nicknames it “Priscilla”: Someone should put a stop to the tumbleweeds rolling across my blog. Anyone? … Continue reading Five Years Later, What Am I Even Doing Anymore? Well, Besides Cookies
This week hasn't been all sunshine and peacock glitter, I have to admit. I got some news earlier that gave me the unhappy feeling of being simultaneously shocked, mad, and hugely disappointed. It like was that thing where your stomach gets all cold and drops to your brand new argyle socks, yet you're so mad … Continue reading When Life Gives You Balance, Make Cookies
Calamity. Tragedy. Havoc. CAKETASTROPHE. When I woke up Sunday morning, I found myself staring into a box that surely signified misery, anguish, and doom. The Attitude’s 6th Birthday party was just over three hours away, and in the windowed, white bakery box that not eight hours earlier had held his finished, decorated, homemade Pac-Man/Jack o’ … Continue reading How To Ruin A Six Year-Old’s Birthday Party
I have a problem. Well, actually, I have many problems. I have a problem getting to bed at a decent hour like normal people. I have a problem with my current manuscript-in-progress, Project Hermey. I have a problem with ranch dressing. I have a problem with the sheer number of uneaten M&Ms in existence at … Continue reading Help With My Fruit of Advancing Years
Maybe last night wasn't Thursday, my traditional cookie baking night, but since the do-over fairy let me down yesterday, I kicked customary to the curb and made a batch of oatmeal chocolate chips anyway. As it turns out, in respectable golf (which I admittedly have little experience with), you only get to take a mulligan … Continue reading The Difference Between Golf And Baking
The inspiration to create—to make something using just your own two hands, whatever scant voltage happens to be huffing and puffing its way through your gray matter, and possibly a few raw materials—can strike anywhere, anytime, from the simplest of comments. For instance, today, the Puddinette sent me a text that just happened to mention … Continue reading A Little Oatmeal Cookie Is Good For The Soul
As it turns out, it's Chocolate Day. Or National Chocolate Day? Or Lets Use This As A Thin Excuse To Gorge On Chocolate Day? Whatever. All I know is...brownies! And if that doesn't cure your summer holiday hangover, my guess is you're probably beyond all hope. Pud'n
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