Thursday, August 21, 2014

my new favorite chocolate chip cookie recipe--and a major tangent that turned out to not even be tangentially related after all

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I read a little blog called "Clover Lane". I like to think that Sarah and I would be friends if we knew each other in real life, for although our lives don't mirror each other all that closely (she has six children, is Catholic, lives on the east coast, and is a stay-at-home mom), we are around the same age and share common values, similar upbringings (as nearly as I can tell), and when she writes her opinions on life, family, raising kids, and even frustrations with the world today, I catch myself nodding enthusiastically. Sometimes I even add an "Amen, Sister!"

(Not really--I don't say "Amen, Sister!" nearly as often as I write "Amen, Sister!" But I do agree with her a vast majority of the time.)

Soo, when Sarah provided a link to this cookie recipe, I couldn't help myself.

UPDATE:
So, I can't find where Sarah provided a link to these cookies, which makes me think that she probably didn't give the link, so I have no idea where I read the link, since this is not a blog that I frequent all that frequently.

But, I do like Clover Lane, so I'm not going to delete all that I wrote above, even if it is completely irrelevant now.

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Anyway--I tried a new cookie recipe, and they turned out delightfully, with the perfect crispy/chewy texture that I love, and now I may never try another recipe again. But, I've said that before, so who knows.

Here it is (I halved the original recipe because we don't need a full batch around these parts usually):

Chocolate Chip Cookies
3/4 cup butter
1/2 cup plus 2 TBS brown sugar
1/2 cup white sugar
1 egg
1 tsp vanilla
1 1/2 plus 1/3 cup flour
1 TBS corn starch
1/2 heapingish tsp baking soda (half of 1 and 1/4 tsp)
1/2 heapingish tsp of baking powder (see above)
3/4 tsp salt
1 cup chocolate chips, maybe 1 1/2 cups if you're feeling chocolatey

Cream butter and sugar, then add eggs and vanilla, then dry ingredients, the chocolate chips. Heat the oven to 350, and while you do that, chill the dough in the fridge. Bake for 12 minutes or so.

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Saturday, August 16, 2014

Sunday, August 03, 2014

Matilda

So, this is a little embarrassing (okay- a LOT embarrassing), but also a little fun.

Every once in a while, say once or twice a month, at bedtime as Heather is waiting for her mom to come up and sing her bedtime songs, someone else comes up the stairs instead.

Friends, this is Matilda:

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"Oh, well Heh-ther, it's-a so nice-a to be-a seeing you once again on this-a fair night-yaknow?"

Matilda bears an uncanny resemblance to someone else you might know, but she is quite different in that 1)she always wears a head scarf, 2)she has some weird swedish/dutch/russian/who-the-heck-knows accent,  and, 3)she tells stories about "the old country" which is her home, and where she lives with her brother when she isn't visiting this land where Heather lives.

Matilda told Heather that she used to visit Heather's mother when she (the mother) was a little girl. This isn't exactly true. In fact, this is an outright lie. But, when we're in the land of make-believe, sometimes outright lies can be forgiven.

Wondering how Matilda started coming to our home? Well, it was quite simple really. A month or two ago, as I was getting ready to go up and sing Heather the bedtime songs, I was in the mood for a bit of fun. So, I pulled on a headscarf, and entered Heather's room as Matilda. She was delighted, and honestly for a bit I think she really was puzzled as to how this could all be happening. We had a lovely chat in which Matilda told Heather all about "the old country" (making it all up as she went along of course--which actually led to troubles down the road as Heather was able to pick out inconsistencies in the story at a faster rate than I was able to remember the story--but that's the way the cookie crumbles sometimes) and Heather told Matilda all about her parents and her friends and her cat. Then after a bit, Matilda left, and I came in for songs, apologizing for being so slow to get there. Heather (as you might imagine) told me with great excitement and shining eyes all the details regarding her visit with Matilda.

We both had so much fun with it that I've continued the tradition. It's been great fun, to say the least. I get vast enjoyment out of seeing Heather through the eyes of a "stranger", because even though we both know deep down that Matilda and Mom are the same person, we both pretend that we don't know, and so Heather talks to Matilda as if she were a magical (old) woman and friend, visiting from far away. Seeing that side of Heather is pure delight for me, and I've gained insight into her personality, what is most important to her, what isn't all that interesting to her, what she loves, what she doesn't care for. It's all been very entertaining, enlightening, and quite helpful in my quest to mother her in the best way.

Most of all though, it's a whole lot of fun.


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