Cookie Logic

I’d been trying my best to eat healthier for the past few months. In the summer, with the easy outdoor living and abundance of fresh fruit and veggies everywhere you looked, it was fairly simple. As the seasons changed, I yearned for the comforts of fall. Cozy sweaters, a cheery fire and warm, spicy whiffs of goodness wafting from the oven.

I knew that it was certain folly for me to bake an entire batch of yummy treats. I simply didn’t have the self-control required to indulge in moderation. So I did the next best thing. I decided to experiment with a cookie recipe for the parent/child cooking class that I teach. To my amusement, the tantalizing aroma of the baking cinnamon, sugar and vanilla drew my family out of the spaces they had been squirreled away in like starving rats. Eager faces turned to disappointment as they saw the single portion serving I had made. There wasn’t even much to lick off of the spoon.

“Make some more!” they insisted, “And put chocolate in it this time!” With a sigh, I explained to my family that I didn’t think that my sweet tooth could handle the temptation of baked goods in the house. Of course they swore that they would eat it all so I didn’t have to worry about it. I had to explain to my sweet children that it wasn’t healthy for them to eat that much sugar either.

“You know,” said Shaun, “I could always take the extra in for my team at work.”

“Oh, that’s not a bad Idea. So, you need a couple dozen?” I asked thinking that should more than enough for his team of about six or eight, most of whom were young men.

“Well, I was thinking more about a hundred, hundred-fifty. I’d have to bring them in for the entire team, it’s only fair.” He answered.

“Oh.”

One hundred cookies? Was that man completely insane? Why on earth did he think it was a good idea to go from supplying a few extras, to asking me to spend hours in the kitchen for a bunch of people I didn’t even know?

“I’m sorry” I said. “I can’t do that, it would take me forever. Do you even know how many dozen cookies that is? I can make it for the smaller team, maybe you can rotate who gets them. This simply isn’t possible for me.

My husband, of course, skipped past my ranting and focused on the one little question I hadn’t even realized I had thrown out there. “I don’t know…how many are in a dozen.”

“Twelve” I answered in disbelief at his response to my outburst.

“Just over eight and a half” he said.

At my confused look, he slowly said that 100 cookies is about eight and a half dozen. In my mind, that changed everything. Nine dozen cookies was a completely different story. I would be happy to bake those. And more importantly, get them out of the house. It’s a win-win.

Shaun knows me well. He just has to use the right Cookie Logic on me.

Shaun Ivory's photo.

Did I mention that he takes them to work on his bike?

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It’s June

This past week or so has been glorious. As in bright, sunny, wonderfully warm, this must be-the-middle-of-summer, take-the-top-off-your-Jeep because it’s sooo glorious. Then this morning when I let the dogs out, I couldn’t help but notice that the skies were back to the lovely Seattle grey that we are so accustomed to.

“It’s ok,” I told myself staring up toward the heavens, “Today is the first day of June…this is merely June Gloom, the sun will be shining again before you know it.” Then the first drop of rain fell in my eye.

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I never did see the sun today.

In all honesty, that’s okay. Well, mostly okay. You see, Seattle is not supposed to be sunny in June. In fact, local lore insists that summer doesn’t start until July 5th. Amazingly, this is pretty accurate. I can’t tell you how many 4th of July BBQs have been held on gloomy days. The firework displays are nearly always bursting on an overcast background. Then the next day? Poof! It’s summer.

In the meantime, my fledgling garden will enjoy the sunshine we do get and all my wonderful weeds (and a few intentional plants) will thrive with the rain.

Happy June!

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I Worry

For the most part, I’m a go-with-the-flow type of person. I realize that worrying doesn’t help anything, and usually gets folks upset about nothing. Yet, sometimes I realize that my shoulders are clenched and aching. That’s when I know that I have too many things bothering me and I need to let some of them go.

I worry about suddenly blogging so much. Despite my declaration that I’m writing for myself, I dread boring people to tears. I worry that those that have chosen to have emails containing blog posts sent to them are feeling spammed. I hate spam.

I worry about the hole in the front of my house.  After the initial boarding up, insurance seems to be moving at a snail’s pace.  I’d like to have windows again.  And my landscaping fixed.  

I worry about Mimi being on a cruise ship so far away from me. The ship has already had to have repairs from hitting a sandbar. And everyone knows about nasty viruses spreading like wildfire on board ship. I’m sure she’s having a wonderful time…but still…I worry.

I worry about what my crazy grandpuppy has done while I’m away from home. Today I came home to a partially chewed pair of shoes. It’s like having a small child…with teeth.

I worry about KT getting ready to leave for vet school. I’ve gotten used to having her around and seeing her at least once a week or so. Once again, I’m sure she will be fine…but still, a mother worries.

Mostly, I worry about my parents right now. My dad is currently in the hospital after having what should have been a simple procedure done. There were complications and now they are keeping him for a few nights. I worry about my mom, sitting alone in the hospital room with him. I’m sure she’s worried too.

Like having a good cry, expressing my worries seems to have loosened the tension in my shoulders. I feel a little better now.  A nice glass of red will help even more.

Cheers.  

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Old Red

I looked up at the grey skies and sighed. The rain is supposed to come back tonight. After being spoiled by sunshine and beautiful blue skies, it’s a little hard to accept our usual sodden gloom. I looked outside at my lawn and sighed again.

“You really need to cut it.” I told myself.

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“I can’t mow the lawn now” I replied, “It’s only the second week of March.”

“The lawn is overgrown, it really needs it. Besides, most of the neighbors have started mowing theirs already. It’s not too early.” I sighed once again, this time in resignation. “And” I added, “You grilled last night. It’s time.”

So I hauled Old Red, my trusty mower, out from her resting spot in the garage. I unfolded her handle and filled her tank with gas. I pushed around the garbage cans and down the cobbled path to the back yard. Tugging open the gate, I pushed her through and positioned her on the back walkway where I always start mowing. I have no idea why, but I quickly pushed the little black rubber button on the side of the motor as I was originally instructed when I got Red. Then reached down to yank the gas pull…I nearly pulled my arm off.

The pull refused to budge. I tried to gently coax it to loosen up by spraying it with lubricant and pulling it back and forth. I may have sworn at it a bit before hunting down a screwdriver to open her up and peer inside to see if I could figure out the problem.

I took me a while, but I finally figured out the difficulty. Old Red knew that it was only the second week of March and simply wasn’t ready to get to work yet.

“Wake me up when it’s spring” I imagined her grumbling at me.

“Fine Red” I said, “we can wait another week or so. I don’t have a problem with that.”

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Is It Summer Yet?

“Are you sure you guys don’t want to grill tonight?” texted my oldest daughter Kaitie.

“Um…were we thinking about that?” I replied.

“I was!”

She was right, we have been having a glorious winter here in the Pacific Northwest. Today seemed to be one of the nicest yet, featuring sunny blue skies and the temperature pushing into the low 60’s. It only made sense to grill.

KT even agreed to do all the work if I would stop and get what we needed on my way home from work. It sounded like a great deal to me!

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So tonight we feasted on a wonderful grilled meal…that I didn’t have to make.

 

 

 

 

 

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Rise and Shine

This morning I heard my oldest daughter KT get up and ask the dogs if they wanted to go outside. I smiled at the thought of being able to sleep in for a little while longer without having to get up to let them out. I had just drifted off again when I felt the gentle thump of little feet jumping up on my bed. This was immediately followed by a larger plop and the chattering of my child. I have no idea what she was talking about, I’m pretty sure it had something to do with the dogs as my husband stretched his arms out and started chatting back.

I gave a huge sigh and gave a very obvious tug of the blanket, before pulling it over my head. There was a brief moment of silence before the loud conversation began again. I had begun to get the feeling that sleeping in was going to be futile. I was sure of it when they started noisily playing with the dogs.

When all my subtle (and some not-so-subtle) hints didn’t work, I screeched for them to go away calmly asked them to find somewhere else to talk.  They left after a bit of mumbling about how grumpy some people were in the morning. 

Of course, by that point, I was completely awake and couldn’t get back to sleep.  I decided to make the most of it and just rise and shine.  Well…at least rise.  Shining seemed to be asking a bit much after my rude awakening!

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Be Careful What You Wish For

Yesterday I was wondering what to write about.  I set about really paying attention to my day in order to have something interesting to say.  I came up with a couple good ideas…enough to last me a day or two if I needed them.

I was headed home after a long day and found this.

'Our neighbor's beautiful classic car decided to roll down the hill and visit our house this evening. Our home is fixable, but I feel so badly for his car. He had spent two years restoring it and was going to a car show tomorrow morning.'

A neighbor’s classic car had rolled down the hill straight into my house! Now that’s something you don’t come across every day.  Right now I’m tuckered out so I’ll write in more detail tomorrow. 

It will be quite some time before I wish I’d had a more interesting day!

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Wondering

I’ve been staring at the screen on my computer, wondering what on earth I’m going to write about tonight. The urge to just blow it off is strong. After all, I haven’t written anything at all in quite some time, now suddenly I’m asking my brain to come up with something every single day? What was I thinking? I sternly tell myself to get it together and come up with something. I am going to fulfill this commitment.

So here I sit in my favorite red chair. My laptop is resting on one of the arms. I have to balance it just so and make sure my arm doesn’t hang too far off the bumpy-textured upholstery. If I don’t pay attention, soon my arm will go to sleep and I will have sharp pins and needles to painfully deal with.

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I take a sip of my sweet chai tea, breathing in it’s spicy warmth as I look around the room for something…anything to write about. I lean my head back, resting it against the furry heat of my little dog Charlie. He is sleeping peacefully in his “safe spot” across the back of my neck. Maggie, who is curled on my lap sighs and nestles in closer. I reach over and pet my little grand puppy who is nestled at my side. He seems to have finally accepted the idea of staying with us while Mimi is on vacation.

The steady click clunk click of the jeans twirling themselves around and around in the dryer is slowly soothing me to sleep. My head starts to nod and I can barely keep my eyes open. It has been a long day.

Still, here I sit, wondering what on earth I’m going to write about tonight.

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It’s Okay, I’m a Teacher

I was using the restroom at the gym when I heard someone enter the next stall. A moment later I heard two young voices telling her that they their hands were dirty and they needed to use hand sanitizer. I smiled to myself as I listened to this young mother patiently explain to her children that while hand sanitizer would kill the germs, they really needed to use soap and water to make their hands clean.

The first child had just finished washing her hands as I came up to the sink. The second, an adorable red-faced little girl stood on the white plastic stood in front of the sink and told me that she had to wash her face because she had been running and was too hot.

“You do?” I asked.

“Yes. I need to cool off.” She said then turned around to the sink and started twisting the handle back and forth trying to turn it on.

“Push it down” I told her. “Use all of your muscles because it’s a little tricky sometimes.” I watched her struggle for a moment before reaching around her to push the water on. She happily started splashing the cool water on her face and making loud “Ahhh’s” and other noises of relief. The little girl and I chatted a bit more as her mother came out of the stall and urged her daughter to hurry so that I could wash my hands too.

The young mother started to get visibly frustrated as her offspring kept up the endless chatter to me as she struggled to get paper towels out of the holder. Despite the fact that I told the mom that it was fine, I wasn’t in a hurry, she was still exasperated and perhaps a bit embarrassed.

“It’s really okay” I told her, “I teach little ones.”

“Ohhh” she said letting out a huge sigh of relief, “You’re a teacher, so you are used to this.”

I just smiled and nodded at that flustered mama.  The little girl’s eyes widened when she heard that I teach. 

“Do you teach gymnastics?” She asked. “Because that is my favorite class.  We used to take ballet but we had to stop because…”

I just laughed and let her tell me all the things she needed to say. It’s a good thing that not only am I used to all the things little ones come up with, I quite enjoy it. 

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The Last Meal

This morning I dropped my youngest daughter Mimi and her fiancé Jaime off at the airport before the sun had come up. They were headed to Florida to see Jaimie’s grandmother and then go on a cruise to the Bahamas with her. I must have been thinking about that, or perhaps just zoning out from a lack of sleep and caffeine, when I realized I had taken the exit into the huge parking lot instead of back to the freeway. As I wandered through the nearly empty parking structure maze searching for the exit, I thought about the mishaps I had made in the last day or so and had to laugh at myself.

I had spent the day before with my daughter and her love. The three of us went shopping, had lunch and mostly just hung out together. For dinner, I had told Mimi that I would make her anything she wanted for her last meal at home. After a bit of deliberation, she settled on the One-Pot Spaghetti that I had found on Pinterest a few years ago. Spaghetti is one of her very favorite dishes in the world. Apparently the red sauce spaghetti is traditionally topped with is one of Jaime’s least favorites. So the one-pot recipe, with it’s creamy, light tomato sauce was a compromise that everyone would enjoy.

As I started pulling the ingredients out of my pantry, Mimi came into the kitchen. Handing me a printed out recipe, she informed me that it hadn’t tasted quite right the last couple times that I had made it and she wanted me to actually follow the recipe. I have to confess that I’m not really great at following recipes…I like to add a little of this and a little of that, and maybe change things around a bit. Usually, it’s an improvement. Apparently not always.

I agreed to follow the recipe exactly-ish. The major exception being that I planned to cut it in half as I didn’t want to have leftovers in the house after they had left the state. So, I got to work creating my baby girl’s favorite meal. Once I had all the veggies chopped and ready to go into the pot I reached for the linguini noodles that the recipe called for. Only it turned out that I only had angel hair pasta. Whole-wheat angel hair pasta.

I decided to start cooking the veggies first as I knew the thinner pasta would take less time than the linguini noodles the recipe called for. I just hoped the whole-wheat wouldn’t have any adverse effect aside of making it healthier.

It wasn’t long before a heavenly scent filled the air. A small taste confirmed that the broth tasted just as good as it smelled. It was time to add the pasta. Without really thinking it through, I decided that the noodles were so tiny I would need more of them, so I dumped the whole box in. That was a huge mistake.

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I tried my best to correct the disaster of a meal, but it had turned into a thick, gooey, inedible mess.

Instead of lovely home-cooked spaghetti dinner I had intended on feeding Mimi and Jaime, I ended up taking them out to Red Robin for dinner.  One can only hope they forget how he disastrous the last meal was by the time they get home (Although, knowing my family, this is going to be one of those things brought up time and time again.) and remember the fun, yet crazy we had getting it. 

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