Cookies, cookies, cookies. Every surface was covered with cookies in different stages, because I somehow decided that hitting 1,000 “likes” on my Rowdy Baker Facebook page meant I should make 1,000 cookies. I thought I’d have plenty of time, but a sweet blogger pimped me out a bit and the last 50 “likes” happened very quickly.
Do I need to tell you I didn’t make 1,000 cookies? Not even close. I think I hit 250, which was still pretty impressive, since they were large rolled cookies (what was I thinking?) and I added icing and put names on some of them before I pooped out. If you don’t see your name it’s because it’s off to the side and I cropped the photo. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!
I was doing the happy dance when I hit 1,000 but The Man was less impressed. I believe he just grunted “yeah?” (such a charmer) so I didn’t share my bottle of champagne with him. I was a little sorry about that the next morning. I will say he perked up a bit and showed some enthusiasm when he realized the photos were done and the cookies were fair game.
Baking in a Tornado posted a comment on her Facebook page about ironing, which immediately took me back to my childhood. I spent a lot of time ironing since Mom worked and it seemed like everything in our house was pressed. When I was younger and less skilled I ironed handkerchiefs, dishtowels, sheets, and pillowcases. As I grew older I was trusted with actual clothing, including nightgowns. Yes, nightgowns. I can tell you right now that you should NOT use a hot iron on a sheer gown. Nope.
What my mother taught me – and I think of this every time I iron anything – was to go slowly and spend more time smoothing than ironing. It takes less time to do it right than to go back and try to remove a crease in the wrong spot.
Heads up! This is more than a tip about ironing; it’s very wise, and applies to so many circumstances. I need to remember to smooth things over so I don’t say the wrong thing. I need to learn to think before I speak because it’s a lot harder (or impossible) to backpedal and take back wrong or hurtful words. Sometimes you just can’t iron out those creases.
Smooth, smooth, smooth!
I have messes everywhere. Little bits of paper cover the dining room table and floor as I wrap the stems of almost 100 paper flowers for my Homemaker’s Club spring tea. A small group of us made the flowers, but ran out of oompf before the stems were wrapped, and we wanted some daisies too, so…I volunteered. I don’t mind – it’s actually kind of fun, but with my short attention span I just do a few and then get bored and walk away. That’s okay; we like eating in our recliners. I should just give up and call it a craft table.
Leftover oatmeal usually goes to the chickens. Somehow I always make way too much! (They love it, and I love to indulge them a bit.) But today I looked at that oatmeal and then looked at the bag of dark chocolate-covered raisins, and experimented. Though my method of adding and mixing defied the rules, and the dough seemed heavy and sticky, it made really nice, puffy, cake-like cookies with slightly chewy bottoms and plump chocolate raisins peeking out.
I should have added the whole bag, but
a lot some of them spilled out…into my mouth.
|Cooked Oatmeal Cookies (with chocolate raisins)|| |
- 2 cups cooked oatmeal ("Quick" or "Old-Fashioned". Just follow the cooking instructions)
- ½ cup coconut oil, softened but not melted
- ½ cup brown sugar
- ½ cup white sugar
- 2 eggs
- 1 tablespoon vanilla
- 2 cups flour
- 2 teaspoons baking powder
- ½ teaspoon salt
- 1 cup chocolate covered raisins (or more!)
- Heat oven to 350 F.
- Lightly grease cookie sheet.
- In a large bowl combine the cooked oatmeal, coconut oil, brown sugar, white sugar, eggs, and vanilla. Mix well with an electric mixer - about 2 minutes.
- Combine the flour, baking powder, and salt and add to cookie mixture. Mix well.
- Stir in the chocolate covered raisins.
- Scoop onto the prepared baking sheet, leaving an inch between cookies; they won't spread much.
- Bake 12-14 minutes, or until the bottoms are golden brown. Cool on a rack.
Our young rooster has finally found a home. I take him to town tomorrow to rendezvous with his new owner. She has a brand new chicken coop and has even rounded up a few hot babes for my randy roo. He should be in heaven. He’s been bullied by our old rooster for months, and now will be cock of the walk. Here he is, running from Big Red!
While you’ve been rubbing your legs together on my wall, I’ve been out working with The Man to get our greenhouse ready. New dirt, compost, and straw to (hopefully) keep the weeds at bay…it’s a thing of beauty. And we didn’t kill each other. This is a big plus, because we DO NOT WORK WELL TOGETHER. We have a lower garden and an upper garden, and I try to always be in the one where he isn’t. Today I wasn’t raking out the dirt “correctly” so I gave up and screened compost instead. He wasn’t pulling off the flakes of straw neatly and butting them up against each other…grrr…so he gave up and went to cut cardboard. See? We’ve got it all worked out. Separate corners.
Proud Mama alert! My daughter Brenna just started her own blog, and I expect nothing but amazing posts in the future. She’s a wonderful writer, cook, mother, and photographer, and has a wicked humor to boot. I’m setting your bar high, Honey! Go give her some love, my friends. Click on the picture of my (ahem) beautiful grandbabies to see her introduction. Nut Without a Shell
Here is a list of links to eleven wonderful bloggers who played along this month. Please buzz over to their house and visit!
Baking In a Tornado
Stacy Sews and Schools
Just a Little Nutty
The Sadder But Wiser Girl
Follow Me Home
Moore Organized Mayhem
Tiny Steps Mommy
I absolutely LOVE this post!!! I can’t believe you made ALL OF THOSE COOKIES!!! I love to bake–it’s my passion, but I don’t think I could EVER bake that many cookies (because I would eat them all….shhhh!) The ironing–I hate it and refuse to do it. My mom ironed everything, including our bedsheets. I always thought that was weird….and I learned something delicious from you today–I have never thought to put chocolate covered raisins in my oatmeal cookies! That is sheer brilliance and I thank you for sharing that tip. But right now I am on a stupid diet so I can’t indulge just yet…but soon….
Well THANK you!
With the coconut oil instead of butter or shortening and the reduced amount of sugar, AND the oatmeal, these really are pretty diet-friendly. Sort of. If you don’t eat a dozen like…um…my husband. Hey, I used the dark chocolate raisins – that makes it even better, right? Antioxidants and all?
My daughter wants to start her own blog…..but she’s 8 and I can’t imagine that she has a lot to talk about.
I’m attempting to grow some things. It started when my twins (the 8 year olds) brought home cabbage plants to grow in order to win $1000. The problem with this….I am not gifted in the art of growing things…I’m barely handling growing people!
I would love to read an 8 year old’s blog. I’ll bet she could put some of us to shame!
The cookies with names on them..what a great idea! And champagne? I love how you celebrate.
Your greenhouse is beautiful. I love reading how other couples don’t get along while working. At the end of a project, my husband and I always look back and wonder how we are both still alive…
My ironing lesson? Don’t iron while naked. For SO many reasons…;)
Oh, Michele…I’m a very visual person. Is it wrong to laugh at the naked ironing comment?
I’m laughing out loud right now!
Living in your house sounds delicious… I also love the fact that you have a greenhouse. We’ve always talked about building one. Maybe I’ll show Evil Genius your post. Thanks for sharing a slice of your life, now if only you could share some of your cookies!
CONGRATULATIONS for hitting 1,000!!! That is AWESOME!!!!!
And I am now hungry… LOL
I love laughing at . . . I mean looking at the funny stuff that goes on in your home. And today I found out that we both have the same problem, yummy baking ingredients spill into my mouth around here too.
And I’m checking the mail. I’m sure you’ve sent the cookie with my name on it to me, right?