12 bags of cookies. oh god.<\/p>\n
I managed to get them all into the freezer except 1 bag of the succulently titled FUDGE PUDDLES, which in reality are more like double-stuffed-addictioncup-porncookies. I ate 3 of those upon arrival home and then Anders came in and in plaintive tones asked, “Can I have one?” at which point I growled and snapped at his tentatively reaching hand.<\/p>\n
“Can’t you go see what’s in the other 11 bags?” I hissed, “Since there are probably cookies there I DON’T like?”<\/p>\n
Then he held me at arm’s length, wrestling the bag out of my frantic paws and ate one anyway. O! the gnashing of teeth!<\/p>\n
So I ate the rest today, hunched over, and furtively glancing around through slitted eyes, trying not to gobble.<\/p>\n
Damn. Now they’re all gone.<\/p>\n
But! I have talked a friend into trading HER bag to me for a bag of Mexican Wedding Cookies. muahahahaha!<\/i><\/p>\n
Fudge Puddles<\/b>
from Laurie Holmgren via the internet
\nCookie:<\/b>
\n1\/2 cup butter, softened
\n1\/2 cup creamy peanut butter
\n1\/2 cup white sugar
\n1\/2 cup packed brown sugar
\n1 egg
\n1\/2 tsp vanilla extract
\n1.25 cups all-purpose flour
\n3\/4 tsp baking soda
\n1\/2 tsp salt<\/p>\n
Filling:<\/b>
\n1 cup milk chocolate chips
\n1 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips
\n1 (14 oz) can sweetened condensed milk
\n1 tsp vanilla extract<\/p>\n
Preheat oven to 325\u00baF. Sift together flour, baking soda and salt. Cream butter, peanut butter and both sugars. Mix in egg and 1\/2 teaspoon vanilla. Stir in flour mixture into creamed mixture. Shape dough into 48 balls, 1 inch each. Place each ball in one
\ncompartment of a mini muffin tin. For filling, put chocolate chips in a double boiler over simmering water. Stir in milk and vanilla, mix well. Bake for 14-16 minutes or until lightly browned. Remove from oven and immediately make wells in the center of each using a melon baller. Cool in pan for 5 minutes, then carefully remove to wire racks. Using a measuring cup fill each shell with the chocolate mixture.<\/p>\n
Real Movie Now Playing in Swedish Theaters That Made Me Do a Swenglish Double-take and Then Laugh for 10 Minutes Straight:<\/b> Dolt Hot*<\/p>\n
Here I sit, procrastinating.<\/p>\n
My to-do list grows by leaps and bounds. It seems to be 1 step forward, 4 steps back, no matter how hard I work at it, how many things I thwack off of it, how many things I say no to. Especially now during crazy season when events sprout off the calendar each evening, twining and curling themselves around our days: birthday parties, Christmas parties, work parties, meetings, another business trip looming, choir practices, choir concerts, shopping for those last few things. I wonder when I will have time or motivation to sit down and write a Christmas letter, time and motivation to address envelopes, to decorate the house, to bake (yes! more!) cookies with my children. I’m taking 2 weeks off for the end of the year, hoping that will help, and suspecting it will just barely help me get caught up. Every time I feel myself sinking, I take a deep breath and square my shoulders, facing forward. Moving forward, through my life. Life by calendar, life by list.<\/p>\n
Sometimes, at night, I step outside the door into the crisp and lung-crinkling air. I stare up at the sky, at the sharp starry glitter overhead, at the streetlights, at the skeletal trees limned with diamond dust. The only calendar there is planetary, a slow heavenly twirl. Stars, the only bulletpoints in sight. I stand there until I start to shiver, gulping in big breaths of cold, shocking my esophagus awake. When I step inside again, my head is clear, if not my calendar.<\/p>\n
*It means “Hidden Threat” which, snore<\/i>, but wouldn’t it be great it was what I thought it was in English?!<\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" 12 bags of cookies. oh god. I managed to get them all into the freezer except 1 bag of the succulently titled FUDGE PUDDLES, which in reality are more like double-stuffed-addictioncup-porncookies. I ate 3 of those upon arrival home and then Anders came in and in plaintive tones asked, “Can I have one?” at which point I growled and snapped at his tentatively reaching hand. “Can’t you go see what’s in the other 11 bags?” I hissed, “Since there are probably cookies there I DON’T like?” Then he held me at arm’s length, wrestling the bag out of my frantic...<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[8,22],"class_list":["post-1027","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general","tag-blogalicious","tag-calendargirl"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1027","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1027"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1027\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5428,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1027\/revisions\/5428"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1027"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1027"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1027"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}