Oat and Walnut Chocolate Chip Cookies

Oat and Walnut Chocolate Chip Cookies

It’s been a while. I know.

Sorry.

It’s not that I haven’t been cooking – I have.

I’ve just had a few debacles.

On the night of the broccoli and pork stir fry in spicy peanut sauce, we ate it all before I could shoot a picture. No bigs, really – it was sort of all brownish and greenish and not all that pretty-ish.

On the night of the brussels sprout, bacon, and white bean salad, well, I shot a photo, but it just wasn’t a good visual representation. Then I made the mistake of adding in barley, and man oh man, how I wished I could have taken out the barley and gone back to the brussels and white beans all by their lonely selves. It was so much cleaner, and bacon-y,┬áthat way. Continue reading

Easy, No-Knead Focaccia

Focaccia - quick and easy

Guys, I know it’s not attractive, but I’m going to take a sec to throw myself a pity party.

Just real quick, then I’ll be done and move on with breathing, walking, talking, eating, finding my zen, etc.

Life currently has parked me on a tubo-speed hamster wheel. Continue reading

Creole Hash with Black Beans and Chicken Andouille

Creole Hash with Black Beans and Chicken Andouille

Yesterday:

Coffee, devotional, prayer.

Kisses goodbye, watching him walk down the front path, a conscious moment of gratitude.

You, me, the internet, wondering what to write. Wondering if I have shared with you too much about chicken sausage.

Goodbye to the Biggest, lunch money, schedule review, the front door closing just a tad too hard, like always. We now consider this an endearing quirk.

Lunch packing, breakfast, snuggling, smooching, tucking in shirts, tying shoes, calling, “I love you” out car windows and watching one boy blush and one boy grin as they turn towards school.

To the super market. Veggies, chicken, half and half, broccoli, eggs, butter, Kashi bars, V8, an 8 am cookie from the bakery. Wondering if the bakers think I am crazy for giving the Little a cookie at 8 AM, trying to brush off caring that the bakers might think I am crazy for allowing cookie eating at 8 AM. . . . Continue reading