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.
I hope you find these cookies cute rather than gross. See, Kenny’s petrified of spiders, so these aren’t doing good things for him.
I’m totally down with spiders. For one thing, they eat mosquitoes. That makes them awesome. And I took care of a tarantula named Pinky back in high school, and he was a real sweetheart. So I have very positive associations and all.
This is my favorite peanut butter cookie recipe all dressed up for Halloween. Is it me, or are creepy treats mainly just adorable? Must be the candy eyes.
Some people have pathological hoarding issues. They keep everything obsessively, figuring that one day in the far-distant future, whatever it is will “come in handy.” Let me tell you something. It won’t.
Earlier today, my son threw away a broken paper fan. As he was getting rid of it, he eyed the plastic casing for the fan and said, “Maybe I should keep this. It might be useful.” I, the anti-hoarder, made it pretty clear that a broken fan plastic casing would never, in any way, be remotely useful.
Last week, my daughters went to the pumpkin patch with their preschool. Yep, while I was working crazy hours to finish grading papers for first quarter, they were wandering around a farm, gazing at chickens and goats and picking pumpkins. Oh, to be four years old again.
When my eldest daughter got home, she shoved her pumpkin at me and said in her serious little-girl way, “My teacher says you have to make soup.”
I took the pumpkin, sighed (this is an annual struggle as I literally cook the fruits of my childrens’ labor), and said, “How about cookies?”