As a baking blogger, I try to invent the majority of the recipes I share with you. After all, part of the joy is in the creation. However, there are times when somebody else’s recipe is just too good not to share, and this is one of those times.
A few weeks ago, we had lunch with friends, and their eight year-old daughter made these chocolate chip sticks. Not only were my kids impressed that someone their age baked a treat all by herself, but they also loved them. I’ve had the recipe sitting around in a cookbook called The Kosher Palette for years, but I need to make them more. These cookies are a cross between biscotti and chocolate chip cookies, and you don’t want to miss out!
This is my vacation week, so I’m not super focused on anything right now. I’ve eased up on social media until next week, and I’m taking time to just take some deep breaths.
Being on vacation really reminds me how stressful the rest of the year is. And it’s not just the exhaustion from work that winds up taking its toll. The mental energy required to stay on top of everything produces a lot of stress, a lot of cortisol, and a lot of trouble. Whenever we’re stressed out, our bodies respond in their own ways. We might feel pain, or get indigestion, or not be able to stay awake at the dinner table.
If only there were a good way to manage stress when vacation can’t take care of the problem for us. Some methods, like regular exercise and calm breathing, are definitely helpful. But is there any way to replicate this stress-free feeling when there are to-do lists and projects and people with needs everywhere? That’s not a rhetorical question, but I don’t have the answer. Help me out!
Because I’m stress-free this week, I’m keeping this post short. But that’s appropriate, because this recipe takes almost no time to make. See?
When you’re done, you have a delicious (and butter-free, might I add) treat for everyone to share. These aren’t just quick; they’re borderline healthy. Or at least, borderline not terrible for you. I’ll take that!
And I’ll take my week of vacation. The desserts don’t stop, but I’m posting them with a better mindset right now. Hope you all get a break in there sometime soon!
I fulfill many roles in life: wife, mother, teacher, everlasting learner.
This site is dedicated to one role that expresses my creativity in ways that I find consistently challenging and rewarding: baker.
Inventing new ways to enhance food, especially if that food involves chocolate or peanut butter (or both!), is a passion of mine. I look forward to sharing my ideas with you.
Whenever I see a gorgeous woman, I might feel a twinge of envy. Okay, more than a twinge. But then I remember that being cute has a much longer shelf life than being pretty. Or at least, I hope it does.
Besides, people like cuteness everywhere. I saw a chocolate-covered Oreo shaped like a flower last week and I just had to have it. I mean, I always want a chocolate-covered Oreo, but when you put it into a flower chocolate mold that looks like a daisy, hot damn. That’s one adorable treat. So I figure I should bake cute whenever I can.
These bars were baked on a terrible, awful, no good, very bad baking day.
Some days, my kitchen is humming. Bread dough rises as it should, pie crust comes together without complaining, and frosting practically pipes itself. Those are great days.
Then, there was last Sunday. I ran out of butter without realizing it, my husband couldn’t find the chocolate candy melts at the store, and my heavy cream was suspiciously gloppy, even though it was not at its sell-by date yet. As I watched one baking project tank after another, I wondered why in the heck I do this.
My grandmothers were both bakers. Really amazing ones. But they would look at the stuff I bake and raise an eyebrow because treats have changed over time. I don’t think they were making peanut butter Oreo bars back in the day.
In fact, my eastern European grandmother (or Baba, as I called her) only made chocolate chip cookies for us as a concession to her grandchildren’s tastes. The rest of her baked goods were much more in line with her own upbringing.