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Archive for June, 2010

cookies for breakfast? you CRAZY!

Wednesday, June 16th, 2010

No really, I’m eating cookies for breakfast. They’re delicious. Really, really delicious. And also healthyish. So, in the spirit of sharing things that are delicious and healthyish, I’m going to give you the recipe, so that you too can have cookies for breakfast.

This is loosely adapted from the Banana Chocolate Chip Oatmeal Cookie recipe in Tish Boyle’s The Good Cookie.

Wet ingredients:

1 stick butter, room temperature
2/3 cup firmly packed brown sugar
1/3 cup white sugar (replace with brown, if you want, or use this as a place to try something fun like muscavado – your cookies will just get chewier and more delicious)
1 egg
2 tsp vanilla

Dry ingredients:

1.5 cups whole wheat pastry flour
1/4 tsp baking soda
2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
1.5 cups rolled oats (quick cooking or otherwise – I prefer otherwise)

Awesome ingredients:

1 mediumish banana, peeled, chopped into half inch pieces, and put into the freezer
8 oz (about 2/3 of a bag) semisweet chocolate chunks
Nuts, if you must. No more than a cup. I wouldn’t if I were you… but that’s me.

Heat your oven to 375.

Start with your wetties. Throw the butter and sugars together into a bowl and beat them until they’re all mixed up and fluffy and look like little brownish buttery clouds of love. Add the egg and the vanilla and scrape it all together, then beat until it’s all mixed up again. Make sure there are no unmixed chunks of butter, because those will confuse you later.

Now, mix the dry ingredients together in a separate bowl if you’re that kind of person. I’m not, so if you want to just throw them all in on top of your butter-sugar lovin, go right on ahead. Mix until it’s all combined – it will be thick and a little bit sticky.

Now, put in your chocolate chips and your hopefully-mostly-frozen-banana chunks. We froze the banana because we wanted it to stay in pieces, rather than get all smooshed into the dough – this way when you eat it, you’ll have little joyous baked banana bites. Mix as little as you possibly can while still getting good chocolate/nanner distribution. The bananas will look like butter that didn’t get mixed in, which is why it’s SUPER important that you triple check for actual unmixed butter above.

Now, I like my breakfast cookies huge, but you can make these normal sized if you want. If you want the gigantic ones, scoop out a quarter of a cup of dough, roll it into a ball, put it on your cookie sheet, and then smoosh it down just a smidge. These aren’t going to spread a lot, so even with the big ones two inches between them is fine. If you want to go little, use a rounded tablespoon and do the same thing.

Big cookies bake for ~15 minutes, little ones ~12 minutes. They’re done when the edges are starting to turn light brown.

Now, eat them for breakfast. It will make you happy. Trust me.

your call will be answered in the order it was received

Wednesday, June 16th, 2010

If you’re a frequent reader, you may have noticed that seems to be having some server type errors. (505, specifically.)

I apologize, although it’s not my fault – it’s’s fault. Apparently they have my VERY IMPORTANT WRITINGS on an old server… or something. To be honest, that’s what they told me last time I called in and they migrated me to some new ones and it doesn’t seem to have helped, so I’m going to go ahead and pretend that’s still the problem.

I’m on hold at the moment with the GoDaddy experts themselves. If you’re reading this, I’m sorry for wasting the few minutes that emma-nation is available with boring stuff – but sometimes shit happens.


a lot of face

Tuesday, June 15th, 2010

I’m feeling much better now. I had some coffee and I told several people about my elaborate plans to ditch my job, disguise Cloey and Maida as babies (because babies are allowed everywhere and puppies aren’t – what’s that about, seriously?*), and travel the world waiting tables and drawing really really good drawings for tourists when I run out of money.

*Is it because people aren’t allergic to babies? Because Cloey, at least, is hypoallergenic. And Maida is so cute that allergies don’t matter. Argument SHOT DOWN.

The other day, Star and I went shopping because she needed more grown up style clothes and I never turn down a shopping trip. We got free samples of Clinique foundation which is kind of ridiculous because neither of us wear foundation, but the girl giving the samples was adorable and we caved. After that? We were standing in line and I told Star that my face felt weird, meaning where the cute girl had put a smidge of foundation. Then Star pointed out that if I wanted to put on more foundation, I had plenty.

However, the words we actually said were these:

“My face feels funny.”

“Well, you have a lot.”

A lot of face? Hhahahahahhahahahaha. I DO have a lot of face, I’ve always thought that. No dainty little face for me.

When Cloey and Maida and I are travelling the world waiting tables etc, I’m going to learn how to say ‘you have a lot of face’ in every language. You never know when such a useful phrase is going to come in handy.

you know how some days you just

Tuesday, June 15th, 2010



Just me then?

well THAT doesn’t make sense

Monday, June 14th, 2010

I sort of have a crush on Jack Black. He’s unattractive, crude, and yet somehow I dig him. The fact that he’s hilarious doesn’t hurt, but still.

What is that? I know I’m not the only one with an inexplicable crush. (See also, Seth Green.)

Maybe I like him because he’s the anti-Taylor Lautner. If you put the two together, you would basically have my perfect man.

Hm. Are you seeing this too?

Star likes John Cusack, even though the man is INSANE. (Sample John Cusack tweet: also due a sincere apology for daring to cub-bash with shockozulu–will save herthe darkness of beber– but will require tough love3:30 PM May 27thvia TweetDeck. Seriously – WHAT?)

A buddy-of-a-buddy really had a thing for Rue McClanahan. Like, recently. (Well, pre her death – RIP, Blanche.)

Who do you like? (Please don’t say no one, ok? We all have ’em.)