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Sunday, June 28, 2009
Me Love Cookies
"C is for cookie. It's good enough for me. Cookie, cookie, cookie starts with C." I still love that song, still sing it every time I get a cookie, and Cookie Monster is still my favorite Sesame Street character. But it's not the chocolate chip cookie that is my favorite, it's the moist, chocolately no-bake cookie. Not many people would say this is their favorite cookie. My love of the no-bake started in middle school.
Ahh, Jefferson Middle School...things I remember most are not making the varsity cheerleading squad, kissing Greg Winkler, and no-bake cookies. Everyone had to take one session of home economics. I kind of liked the class. We learned how to use a sewing machine and made stuffed animals and sweatshirts. Both of mine were pink, so girly. Then we learned to cook, and this is where I first learned how to make the scrumptious no-bake cookie.
After I learned to make them, I remember running home after school and whipping up a batch with my sister, Lisa. We used to stick them in the freezer to make them cool quicker. Then we'd eat the whole batch in one sitting. I don't think we ever got sick of them, although I don't remember making them as much in high school or even as an adult.
Why do you think adults make more chocolate chip, peanut butter, or even the tasty snickerdoodle over the no-bake? Why isn't the no-bake one of everyone's favorite Christmas cookie? Why is it that the no-bake is rarely found at the grocery store? When I do find a package of no-bakes at the store, I buy them immediately. One time driving home from my mom's house in North Carolina to Indiana (15 hour drive), I did eat an entire package of no-bake cookies by myself. I tried to get the boys to eat one (you know to help me out a bit), but they weren't interested at all. Thank goodness for me!
Yesterday I found them at our local Walmart (I think that's where I found them in North Carolina as well). I am trying my hardest not to eat the whole package at once. I am trying to eat them slowly this time while savoring each bite and remembering my sister and I cooking in the kitchen and eating massive amounts of the no-bake cookie! When I finish this pack, maybe I'll actually make up a batch of my own!
No-Bake Cookies
2 cups white sugar
1/2 cup milk
1/2 cup butter
3/4 cup peanut butter
3 cups quick cooking oats
6 tablespoons unsweetened cocoa powder
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
DIRECTIONS
In a large saucepan combine, 2 cups sugar, 1/2 cup milk, 1/2 cup butter, and boil for 1 minute.
Take off heat and add peanut butter, quick cooking oats, cocoa, vanilla.
Stir well. Drop by teaspoon on wax paper Let sit one hour.
Ahh, Jefferson Middle School...things I remember most are not making the varsity cheerleading squad, kissing Greg Winkler, and no-bake cookies. Everyone had to take one session of home economics. I kind of liked the class. We learned how to use a sewing machine and made stuffed animals and sweatshirts. Both of mine were pink, so girly. Then we learned to cook, and this is where I first learned how to make the scrumptious no-bake cookie.
After I learned to make them, I remember running home after school and whipping up a batch with my sister, Lisa. We used to stick them in the freezer to make them cool quicker. Then we'd eat the whole batch in one sitting. I don't think we ever got sick of them, although I don't remember making them as much in high school or even as an adult.
Why do you think adults make more chocolate chip, peanut butter, or even the tasty snickerdoodle over the no-bake? Why isn't the no-bake one of everyone's favorite Christmas cookie? Why is it that the no-bake is rarely found at the grocery store? When I do find a package of no-bakes at the store, I buy them immediately. One time driving home from my mom's house in North Carolina to Indiana (15 hour drive), I did eat an entire package of no-bake cookies by myself. I tried to get the boys to eat one (you know to help me out a bit), but they weren't interested at all. Thank goodness for me!
Yesterday I found them at our local Walmart (I think that's where I found them in North Carolina as well). I am trying my hardest not to eat the whole package at once. I am trying to eat them slowly this time while savoring each bite and remembering my sister and I cooking in the kitchen and eating massive amounts of the no-bake cookie! When I finish this pack, maybe I'll actually make up a batch of my own!
No-Bake Cookies
2 cups white sugar
1/2 cup milk
1/2 cup butter
3/4 cup peanut butter
3 cups quick cooking oats
6 tablespoons unsweetened cocoa powder
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
DIRECTIONS
In a large saucepan combine, 2 cups sugar, 1/2 cup milk, 1/2 cup butter, and boil for 1 minute.
Take off heat and add peanut butter, quick cooking oats, cocoa, vanilla.
Stir well. Drop by teaspoon on wax paper Let sit one hour.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Not the Turtle Story Again!
I was meant to write about this memory today. Yesterday at the pet store we watched a painted turtle in a glass case swim, dive, and sunbathe. Dudley was fascinated. I think he would have stayed all day. The boys liked watching the snakes and lizards more. They are tired with my fascination of turtles.
Then during our reading time just before bed, Jack's Ranger Rick article was about the box turtle. I then knew I had to write about my adventures with turtles. My husband, John, has heard these stories so many times, he cringes when I see a turtle because he knows the story is about to come up again. So here it goes!
After my parents divorced when I was little, my dad moved to Illinois. We didn't see him that often except Thanksgiving and summer vacations. He would drive the 5 hour drive from Rockford to pick us up in Fort Wayne and it always seemed that he would find a lone turtle on the highway, pick it up, and surprise us with one.
Of course the first thing we would ask when he arrived is, "Where's the turtle?" Most times he would produce one, but the most memorable turtle came up missing... atleast for awhile. My dad told us this animated story of how he saw one and stopped to pick it up. He placed it on the floor of the backseat of his stationwagon, but when he got to our house it was no where to be found. Before leaving our house, we searched that car inside and out. I think my dad even looked under the hood. Lisa, my sister, and I even looked under the bottom of the car. No turtle! How odd!
We soon forgot about the turtle until months later. We were driving somewhere probably to a family restaurant for patty melts and vanilla cokes. That was our usual. My sister gave out the shrillest scream ever and jumped so high she nearly bumped her head on the top of the undestructable wagon. Next thing I know I looked down to find the lost turtle climbing out of driver's seat to the well of the back seat. Had he been there all along? What had he eaten? Who knows? But Rosie, what we ended up naming him for a reason that I can't remember now and who turned out to be a boy, spent the rest of the summer with us at dad's.
He was only one of numerous turtles dad brought to us. So now every time I see a turtle on the side of the road, my husband and kids get to hear the story of Rosie. One of these days, I'll stop myself to bring home a turtle for the boys.
Then during our reading time just before bed, Jack's Ranger Rick article was about the box turtle. I then knew I had to write about my adventures with turtles. My husband, John, has heard these stories so many times, he cringes when I see a turtle because he knows the story is about to come up again. So here it goes!
After my parents divorced when I was little, my dad moved to Illinois. We didn't see him that often except Thanksgiving and summer vacations. He would drive the 5 hour drive from Rockford to pick us up in Fort Wayne and it always seemed that he would find a lone turtle on the highway, pick it up, and surprise us with one.
Of course the first thing we would ask when he arrived is, "Where's the turtle?" Most times he would produce one, but the most memorable turtle came up missing... atleast for awhile. My dad told us this animated story of how he saw one and stopped to pick it up. He placed it on the floor of the backseat of his stationwagon, but when he got to our house it was no where to be found. Before leaving our house, we searched that car inside and out. I think my dad even looked under the hood. Lisa, my sister, and I even looked under the bottom of the car. No turtle! How odd!
We soon forgot about the turtle until months later. We were driving somewhere probably to a family restaurant for patty melts and vanilla cokes. That was our usual. My sister gave out the shrillest scream ever and jumped so high she nearly bumped her head on the top of the undestructable wagon. Next thing I know I looked down to find the lost turtle climbing out of driver's seat to the well of the back seat. Had he been there all along? What had he eaten? Who knows? But Rosie, what we ended up naming him for a reason that I can't remember now and who turned out to be a boy, spent the rest of the summer with us at dad's.
He was only one of numerous turtles dad brought to us. So now every time I see a turtle on the side of the road, my husband and kids get to hear the story of Rosie. One of these days, I'll stop myself to bring home a turtle for the boys.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Bugs Bugs Bugs!
Thank goodness for Pest Control! We have bugs! I don't mean one or two bugs. I mean lots of them. My new park friends say that this is normal at this time of year, but I really don't like these big, brown, crunchy things. Most of the time they are dead when I see them laying on their backs looking like tree bark with legs. However, the other night after I was getting out of the shower, I heard a click click click sound and looked down and this atleast 2 inch brown beetles with antennae was quickly skittering across my bathroom floor. Of course I screamed for John. He came running up as if the world was about to end and then gave me a look like settle down you Drama Queen.
So I called pest control. My hero came out yesterday and sprayed. He warned me that the next day which is today that I'd see some dead cockroaches. He was right. I had forgotten at first, but they were. I counted at least 13 today. Maybe that will be it. Maybe they are all gone. No more roaches for me. My hero said, "It could be worse. You could have scorpions!" Maybe roaches aren't so bad after all.
So I called pest control. My hero came out yesterday and sprayed. He warned me that the next day which is today that I'd see some dead cockroaches. He was right. I had forgotten at first, but they were. I counted at least 13 today. Maybe that will be it. Maybe they are all gone. No more roaches for me. My hero said, "It could be worse. You could have scorpions!" Maybe roaches aren't so bad after all.
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