Every now and then, I go too far. When that happens, I’m woman enough to admit it. And I have no shame at all.
These bars go waaaaaay too far. And like I said, not sorry. Just be prepared, because you may have to go where other people are not in preparation for the sugar crash that will inevitably come your way if you eat these. It will be worth it. I speak the truth.
Dear Readers,
Today was a day of epic fails. I actually managed to destroy a pot. A cookie cake literally crumbled at my feet. And then I cried.
I’m writing you this quick letter to explain all of this because I rose out of the misery and decided to make an easy cookie recipe.
You are very welcome.
Love,
Mir
I just got back from my usual summertime stop at the fro yo joint. I’m feeling much more energized after a generous helping of frozen yogurt topped with candy and more candy, so bear with me as I talk about the pookie.
Yes, the pookie. As in, a pie/cookie hybrid. Please. Don’t tell me you’ve never had one!
Last year was kind of tough. My husband, who is without any doubt the best human being on the planet (not that I’m biased or anything), had a lot of complications from his Crohn’s Disease. For those of you who don’t know what that is, Crohn’s typically inflames and attacks the intestines and colon over most of a person’s lifetime, and it takes some pretty strong medication and ongoing treatment to keep it under control.
Sometimes the medicine needs some help, though, and that’s where gluten comes into the story.
After a few hospital visits, we decided to try dramatically lowering my husband’s gluten intake, to reduce his dairy consumption, and to have him avoid white flours and refined sugars even when he did “cheat.” After all, it couldn’t hurt, and it might help.
Six months later? Wow. He does cheat sometimes, but he’s so much better. And I’ve gotten better at baking him recipes that convince him not to miss the wheat.
