Paw Size Chocolate Chip Cookies

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If you are anything like me and you click to get a killer chocolate chip cookie recipe you just what the recipe not the story…So I’ll get right to it

ENJOY-

Ingredients:

2 1/4 c. AP flour

2 tsp. cornstarch (really! I didn’t think so either…do it trust me)

1 tsp. baking soda

1/2 tsp salt (this amount is really up to you… eye ball it)

3/4 c. softened unsalted butter

1/4 c. packed brown sugar

4 tsp. or there about of molasses

1 c. sugar

1 egg room temp.

1 tsp. vanilla extract ( I love when it says “high quality” because really the person looking up killer cookie recipes isn’t the type to have the crap vanilla on hand…c’mon)

1 1/2 c. chocolate chips (or more)

Directions:

place a fine sifter over a big old mixing bowl and pour the first 4 ingredients in.  The sifter will help mix everything up and keep it light a fluffy (just like me after a dozen cookies) Set the bowl aside. In your kitchen aid mixing bowl dump your sugars & molasses, mix on low. Once combined add the butter. Keep the mixer a going. In a separate small bowl add your egg and vanilla whisk together. Add that to the mixer with the sugars and butter. Then start spooning in your dry ingredients until combined. Roll the chocolate chips in the bowl that held the dry ingredients so they can get a bit of flour on them before dumping them in the mixing bowl.

Scoop out 1/2 c.( WHAT?!!! seriously do it you’re upping your cookie game here folks… it’s a treat not a tease) of dough on a cookie sheet with parchment paper. 3 cookies fit on a sheet. Bake in a pre-heated 350 degree oven for about 17 minutes. Give them a few minutes to cool on the sheet then move them over to a cooling rack.

Eat up!!!

river and the cookie

If you know me even just as an acquaintance you probably  know that I LOVE Chocolate chip cookies… and if you didn’t now you do, so feel free to send me some when ever you whip up a batch (Wink* Wink*) But seriously I would eat cookies over any other dessert, except for maybe my sister creme brulee, because that SH*T is otta this world.

So what I typically do is find a recipe then change it based on a few basic principles

#1 always use more chocolate chips

#2 vanilla is meant to be poured based on smell never measured

#3 be ready to substitute because with out fail I will not have at least one of the ingredients on hand

This last one is almost funny… almost. Because I like to think I bake fairly often, often enough to have the right stuff in stock.  But… rarely is that the case. and it’s not like I’m “sharing” the kitchen and don’t know when I run out or need to get more sugar. That would be awesome though, to someday open the fridge or pantry and be surprised.

Someday….

So these don’t take very long and they are killer delicious! The girls couldn’t finish there’s apparently they were “too big”  ha meanest mom ever makes cookies too big to eat!

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The only thing better would have been a big scoop of vanilla ice cream on top… Yum!

be brave

My mind is all over the place today, I’ve started about a dozen intros but lost my train of thought… Sounds about right

I’ve been thinking a lot about how much I appreciate having others to bounce off of. I am so fortunate to have supportive folks in my life. Not only supportive but honest. I like honestly. I like when I’m at the park and I ask a stranger how they are and they say what they are actually thinking… ” I’m feeling really tired, we have a new baby and I don’t feel like I’m giving my other kids enough attention.” I think it’s safe to say most parent’s have felt that way, even parent’s with one kids can say they don’t feel like they are always giving the kid enough. When strangers are honest to each other  I feel we are human. That for that moment as long as it may last (that 30 minutes you share at the park together) you’re free to connect on a human level, no expectations, no judgment. It reminds me of when I was a kid and you saw another kid and you were friends. As we grow up finding and maintaining friends doesn’t seem as easy. At least It didn’t for me from about 15 to 20 something. But then I let my guard down I guess with old friends and new people I’ve met along the way and theses people are my favorite people in the world. The kind you can call up with nothing or everything and either is okay.

I’m sure I was going somewhere with that but I feel like it was more of a ramble then a point.

I guess what I’m trying to say is it has served me well to start up that conversation, to be honest, to be human. And don’t get me wrong there have been many many folks out there that I didn’t connect with or wished that I would just stop talking to them. And that’s cool too ( I say with a half smile) But making a connection even if for a short time is enough.

Day Trip Camano State Park, Wa.

The park situation up here is nothing short of spectacular.

We have found that on our way to one park we end up driving by at least 2 or 3 others that look amazing and full of adventure. Sunday was mom’d day so the choice and by choice I mean how far we drove to get to where I wanted to go was mine. The dad and I have a knack for wanting to go at least 2 hours from home in any given direction, the opportunity to take a new road to get there is well… the cherry.

It’s an easy formula to find a great place to spend the day up here. Pick a direction, pick a distance, and there or rather HERE, you will find a state park. True story no exaggeration.

Camano State park is on the southern tip of Camano Island, which is not a true island, but close. Just North Of Whidby Island.

20160508_123345That right there is Whidby…Not so much sun but beautiful views, I should have taken a picture the other direction so you could see the dense forest…oh wait I think I did… well nope but I did get one outside the visitor center.

20160508_114012Cute kiddo..

Oh side note but totally cool all the same, the visitor center is packed with taxidermy (am I saying that right?) birds, a bear cub the size of the Fred and the skeleton or skellikin, as the bear would tell you, of a sea lion hanging from the ceiling. If you go stop in and check it out it was cool. Apparently a local taxidermist famous for his birds left a warehouse full of the his hard work to the park to take and display for the public.

A short hike from the woods to the shore, over the drift wood barrier and on to the pizza doe size stones we found a wealth of sea life. The girls and the dad found sea anemones

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the boys… are natural clammers! They made a small tide pool and watched for squirts, after about 45 minutes they had a pile of at least a dozen. Unfortunately the signs said clamming season was over… but now we know where to go.

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Boo found a crab too! But he’s more of a snail fellow… then a huge crab guy.

His bro brought it over for him

20160508_123048So serious isn’t he?

it’s not everyday you’re asked to pick up a dead crab.  As you can probably guess we were all Jones’n for some sea food to cap our day. but like the dad pointed out we had three kids barefoot an one with out bottoms ( note the skirt just laying a top the water above…) So there was that.

Just  minor heart break as we passed sea food shack, after cafe, after small town eatery… that’s alright though I got a mom’s day photo with my favorite people and a new memory to add to the bank…Perfection!

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before bed

as soon as I turn off my tablet and kiss the dad good night my mind begins to race… writing millions of words in my head.

I like most people I assume, have my best thought at night. I think it’s because I’m super relaxed and my whole self is at ease.

I’m always trying to figure out ways to do the everyday better.

when Boo was still wet behind the ears I wrote out a list to myself. it said…

when the Monk speaks make eye contact and listen.

spend time with just RT, hold him.

Meet Boo’s needs before he cries.

At the time those where HUGE things that I had to remind myself to do.

Well here I am almost 7 years later making metal reminders of simple tasks. I for some silly reason was sure parenting would get easier as they got older (against EVERYONE’S warnings).

But the older they get there is just so much to enjoy… conversations mainly. I feel less like a broken record and more like a participant. And just when I think one of them isn’t EVER listening to anything we EVER say  EVER. I hear them talking to their grandparents on the phone in great detail of all that I thought they had tuned out. A subtle reminder that kids are always absorbing and not to take advantage of this enormousness responsibility.

When they  were really little I watch them figure things out with great pride, but the older they get watching them try or not try to figure things out brings about so much worry and frustration. I have to remind myself that even though they are bigger these new tasks are just as great relative to where they are in life. And I need to be just as proud and supportive as they try and succeed and try and fail.

So I guess I’ll keep making lists… It’s a lot right? this whole parenting gig…what a trip!

because you do is enough

some days…most days I feel like I just need to boycott all things Facebook and pinterest. The standards they are creating are absolutely bonkers! I just want to sit on the deck and watch the leaves move in the wind and try an convince myself life really is just that simple. Which makes me think, well it could be… life can be as simple or as difficult as we make it.

I am guilty of holding myself to the double standards our crazy society has been normalizing since the 5o’s. That my house should look magazine perfect and my dinners should me made with love from scratch, and it should all be done with a smile.

But where… WHERE… WHERE?!!!! I ask does the TV go? where am I suppose to hide my wires?

SO like most people I pin it… I fail… I feel bad… I move on.

This my friends is crazy and I’m getting off the sauce!

I have found in my limited experience that when I don’t look up an idea I tend to have my own…

I didn’t intend to sit down and rant but…this is something I think about way too often, yet I don’t really do much to change. if anything I’m probably contributing to the madness with this bloooog of mine. but one has to start somewhere.

And the irony behind all of it… Facebook ect. is that people only post what they want you to see. My private boards are my favorite…why because they are mine, they are pictures of the things that I love that I don’t want to share because I don’t want to know if anybody else loves them because I do and that’s enough. when did loving something just because YOU love it not become enough? We need to know other people love it or are interested in it, or think it’s worth while. It breaks my heart. and makes me feel bad. and I don’t like that so time to make a change. And I’m pretty sure that life will go on, and my kids will be creative & happy, and we’ll still eat, and my weight will fluctuate, and my house will still feel like a home, and I won’t loose any “friends” because we were friends before I “accepted” you and you liked me before the thumbs up told me so.

I think it’s going to be alright… in fact I’m sure.