Okay, so I got this recipe from my beloved sister, Jenny, who, incidentally, was not consulted before I decided to publish her recipe, so, uh…sorry Jenny. I’ll email you a really ugly picture of myself and you can post it on your facebook as retribution. Okay?
Come on! It’s late, and she just had a baby so I can’t very well call and chance waking her?!?! Do you really want me to do that? What are you sadistic or something? I’m not going to torture the poor woman just so you can feel okay about how you happened upon the recipe for these life-changing cookies.
Seriously, you will not believe how good these are. The outside is crispy. The inside is chewy. And the taste? Well, lets just say that if for some reason there was no way to make them yourself, and you had the opportunity to trade your first-born for a dozen, that baby might not look quite as cute anymore. Plus, cookies don’t cry – and you’ll put on more weight with a baby anyway. Ugh…stop, Lora…just stop.
Anyway, if a picture is worth a thousand words, than hopefully you’ll just skip the previous 1000 awkward words and just check this picture out.
So, since I know you all wait with baited breath for every single post I write (or at least that’s what you let me believe while you’re telling everyone you know that you really only even glance at this blog as a favour to me so that I’ll keep making you cookies) I’m sure you noticed I stopped writing. Or maybe, you reconnected with your faith in God, because he finally answered your prayer asking for a cessation in my mundane updates. Either way, I know you’ve probably been wondering why I suddenly lost the urge to tell everyone, every single detail about my life.
Well here’s the reason:
My sister, Christa, or ahem, Anutie Tweesta, came to visit all the way from Vancouver!
My birthday is coming up, and since I know you are DYING to know what I’d like for a gift…here it is.
It’s a measuring cup/syringe…for sucking up and measuring peanut butter, butter, whatever! If you buy me this, I will make you the best peanut butter cookies you’ve ever had.
It’s only $9.50 so I guess I could just buy it myself. But to be honest, I’m really a bad gift receiver. I’m totally ungrateful and often mock the gift and giver, so after last year’s birthday fiasco, I vowed I’d never get myself another gift again. Bitch.
You should get me one though! You can order it here.
This is dangerous. Dangerous for anyone in your house who does not like couscous or the smell of curry. Why? Because you’ll be making it every single day for the foreseeable future, so they will either eat it or enjoy a steady diet of acronyms, including but not limited to, DIY and PB&J. The smell of curry though…well there’s no escaping that, thank the Hindu gods.
I kid you not, there have been stretches of time, where we have had this every single day. It’s really hearty, very healthy and insanely delicious. Oh, and one more thing:
If there is one thing I know, it’s banana bread. I have been tweaking this recipe for the past four or so years, and it can be improved no more. It is perfection. With the plethora of monkeys running around this circus we call home, there is also no shortage of bananas to experiment with.
This particular banana bread earned its name from the most common comment I get from anyone who tries it. “Oh, now that’s a bad idea [having that hanging around.]“ And I have to agree, it is.
The base for this banana bread rarely makes it into “bread” form – it disappears too quickly when Chris is allowed to slice his own portions – so it usually ends up as muffins.
Ruby and Emma have been playing a new game where they pretend they are their aunt and uncle, Christa and Shane. The game usually involves a car and driving to the mall to buy a backpack.
Today they were having trouble getting the game going, Emma was a little distracted and Ruby was getting frustrated so I decided to step in and lend a hand. Ruby is in the “car” (our living room ottoman with a cape wrapped around her as a “seat-bewt”) and Emma’s holding a toy phone. This scene unfolded: Continue reading →
So I got the flu yesterday. In case you have forgotten, it is TERRIBLE! As a mother of three, I have said many times that I would do anything to just lay around and do nothing for one day…but I take that back. I would do anything, other than have the flu, to lay around and do nothing for one day. The only upside to the flu that I can see is that it is the closest a man will ever come to experiencing labour…and well, that’s just plain amusing. Continue reading →
So despite my last post where I said that this was a faux-holiday, we had a pretty awesome Valentine’s Day at the Banks’ house. Due to a series of great events, I had possibly the best Valentine’s Day this cynical, old crabby-pants has ever had. Continue reading →