A friend asked for a cookie recipe for a cookie exchange which reminded me that I still hadn't written my Christmas baking blog, and here we are at T minus 1.5 weeks until Christmas! So without further ado, commence the Christmas baking!!
One Cup Cookies
Like the title says, basically these cookies are one cup of everything. This is a very versatile base that you can add whatever elements that you want. My friend requested no chocolate chip cookies…. so please omit the chocolate chips, add some nuts or as Nanna does, use the broken up Score bar bits for a toffee taste instead! (Tip: You can find them already broken up at the Bulk Barn)
· 1 cup brown sugar
· 1 cup white sugar
· 1 cup butter, softened
· 1 cup peanut butter (Tip: you can omit the peanut butter by adding a few Tbsp of milk for moisture)
· 2 eggs
· 1 cup rolled oats
· 1 1/2 cups flour
· 1 teaspoon baking powder
· 1 teaspoon baking soda
· 1 cup coconut
· 1 cup cranraisins
· 1 cup chocolate chips
Preheat oven to 350. Cream butter and sugar together. Beat in the eggs. Add peanut butter until well mixed. Add dry ingredients, mix well. Drop spoonfuls onto a no stick cookie sheet and cook until the edges are just golden (*edited*about 10-14 minutes). The middle should still look a bit gooey. Let rest for a few minutes before removing from the cookie sheet.
Really me,
The Baker
Nik
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
Burn'em ALL!
The suffragettes had it right!* Let's burn all the bras!!! Clearly these medieval torture devices, created by men, are the final straw holding women back from truly being independent! They're holding us back, not holding us up!
Ladies, I know you all have one! That bra that you paid an excess amount of money for. Couldn't be bothered to try it on, and now it sits on the bottom of the pile for months on end. One day in the distant future you see it sitting there. You think "I haven't worn this one in a while". So you pull it out of its drawer, put it on. It feels new again. The girls are perky, and life is good. Until…..
You get yourself ready for work, drop the kids off, make your way to work. And just about the time you sit down, turn on your computer, check your e-mail, you're starting to shrug your shoulders trying to get the straps back in place. By the time 10am rolls around you're pulling the back down, trying to adjust the strap tension. Your girls are falling out of the cups creating the horrid double boob your cup runneth over look, the underwire has come out of its protective casing and is now jabbing you in your chest bone. AHHHH!
You start wondering if you can get away with taking it off. Is my shirt thick enough? How cold is it in here? Did I leave that sweater in the car? Will it match with my outfit? Maybe I could use some tape…
If it weren't for my uncle J traumatizing me early in life I would never wear a bra! I distinctly remember being in the car with my aunt and uncle, I think I was going over to babysit. My uncle made some crack about headlights being on. What? *Head tilt* Nothing in my 13 year old repertoire about headlights. My aunt looked at me and laughed. Never heard that one before? Can I tell you how absolutely mortified I was when she told me what it meant? As soon as I got home I trashed all my bras that had no padding, and went out shopping for new bras with padding, and the dreaded underwire.
For that reason I am now sitting in my office shrugging my shoulders, pulling the straps and trying to get the girls back in the cups where they belong. If something doesn't give soon, I'm putting my sweater on and taking the f*cker off!!!
Really me,
The feminist
Nik
*History lesson time. The suffragettes never actually burned bras. Unfortunately the male press at the time decided to use footage of the draft card burning, and called it a bra burning to make fun of the feminist movement. The closest you can get was a rally in 1968 in which women were protesting the Miss America Pageant. They threw girdles, high heels and cosmetics into the "freedom can" but there was no burning. Read more on the subject.
http://www.snopes.com/history/american/burnbra.asp
http://womenshistory.about.com/od/mythsofwomenshistory/a/bra_burning.htm
Ladies, I know you all have one! That bra that you paid an excess amount of money for. Couldn't be bothered to try it on, and now it sits on the bottom of the pile for months on end. One day in the distant future you see it sitting there. You think "I haven't worn this one in a while". So you pull it out of its drawer, put it on. It feels new again. The girls are perky, and life is good. Until…..
You get yourself ready for work, drop the kids off, make your way to work. And just about the time you sit down, turn on your computer, check your e-mail, you're starting to shrug your shoulders trying to get the straps back in place. By the time 10am rolls around you're pulling the back down, trying to adjust the strap tension. Your girls are falling out of the cups creating the horrid double boob your cup runneth over look, the underwire has come out of its protective casing and is now jabbing you in your chest bone. AHHHH!
You start wondering if you can get away with taking it off. Is my shirt thick enough? How cold is it in here? Did I leave that sweater in the car? Will it match with my outfit? Maybe I could use some tape…
If it weren't for my uncle J traumatizing me early in life I would never wear a bra! I distinctly remember being in the car with my aunt and uncle, I think I was going over to babysit. My uncle made some crack about headlights being on. What? *Head tilt* Nothing in my 13 year old repertoire about headlights. My aunt looked at me and laughed. Never heard that one before? Can I tell you how absolutely mortified I was when she told me what it meant? As soon as I got home I trashed all my bras that had no padding, and went out shopping for new bras with padding, and the dreaded underwire.
For that reason I am now sitting in my office shrugging my shoulders, pulling the straps and trying to get the girls back in the cups where they belong. If something doesn't give soon, I'm putting my sweater on and taking the f*cker off!!!
Really me,
The feminist
Nik
*History lesson time. The suffragettes never actually burned bras. Unfortunately the male press at the time decided to use footage of the draft card burning, and called it a bra burning to make fun of the feminist movement. The closest you can get was a rally in 1968 in which women were protesting the Miss America Pageant. They threw girdles, high heels and cosmetics into the "freedom can" but there was no burning. Read more on the subject.
http://www.snopes.com/history/american/burnbra.asp
http://womenshistory.about.com/od/mythsofwomenshistory/a/bra_burning.htm
Friday, December 10, 2010
The quietest place in the house
Thursday is flyer day. It is also a crazy running around day. I have to leave work at 4:30, pick Demi up at my aunt's then go pick up K from work at 5. To top it off I had to put the chicken in the oven to cook, so I quickly stopped off at home to turn the oven on, throw in the chicken, pet the dog and run out of the house before picking up Demi.
When we all finally get home, the dog finished licking us to death, and I get the sides started for dinner, I'm exhausted! Demi is at my feet asking for "Cheese? Cheese? Cheese?" and K announces he's going up to change. Great! I'm stuck here in my too tight fitting work clothes cooking dinner with a hungry child hanging off my leg.
When K came back downstairs, I announced I was going to change also.
"Upstairs!" Demi cries triumphantly behind me. Sigh
In case you didn't know, there is no privacy with a 2 year old. You sit on the computer they want to be on your lap, you go get dressed and they're pounding on the door… the other day she actually figured out how to turn the handle! Damn it! You go pee, and they want in to brush their teeth. Even showers become a family ordeal! You look at the flyers and there they are pulling apart the Future Shop flyer which puts your husband in a bad mood because of course it has to be one of the only ones he cares to look at along with Best Buy and maybe Canadian Tire. But I digress….
"No baby, you stay downstairs with Daddy while momma….. goes to the bathroom! Yes, that's right I need to go to the bathroom. Right, ok daddy?!"
I quickly riffle through the paper and pull out my favorite flyers and make a dash to the stairs. I close the bedroom door behind me (not that that does any good anymore) quickly get changed into track pants and a t-shirt. I then lock myself in the bathroom, sit on the toilet lid and pull out the flyers. I managed to get a good 10 mins of uninterrupted peace and quiet so I could look through Walmart, Zellers, ToysRUs and the like.
Now I know why my dad takes the paper into the bathroom with him!
Really me,
Bathroom reading momma
Nik
When we all finally get home, the dog finished licking us to death, and I get the sides started for dinner, I'm exhausted! Demi is at my feet asking for "Cheese? Cheese? Cheese?" and K announces he's going up to change. Great! I'm stuck here in my too tight fitting work clothes cooking dinner with a hungry child hanging off my leg.
When K came back downstairs, I announced I was going to change also.
"Upstairs!" Demi cries triumphantly behind me. Sigh
In case you didn't know, there is no privacy with a 2 year old. You sit on the computer they want to be on your lap, you go get dressed and they're pounding on the door… the other day she actually figured out how to turn the handle! Damn it! You go pee, and they want in to brush their teeth. Even showers become a family ordeal! You look at the flyers and there they are pulling apart the Future Shop flyer which puts your husband in a bad mood because of course it has to be one of the only ones he cares to look at along with Best Buy and maybe Canadian Tire. But I digress….
"No baby, you stay downstairs with Daddy while momma….. goes to the bathroom! Yes, that's right I need to go to the bathroom. Right, ok daddy?!"
I quickly riffle through the paper and pull out my favorite flyers and make a dash to the stairs. I close the bedroom door behind me (not that that does any good anymore) quickly get changed into track pants and a t-shirt. I then lock myself in the bathroom, sit on the toilet lid and pull out the flyers. I managed to get a good 10 mins of uninterrupted peace and quiet so I could look through Walmart, Zellers, ToysRUs and the like.
Now I know why my dad takes the paper into the bathroom with him!
Really me,
Bathroom reading momma
Nik
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