Here is how to ensnare that Imaginary Boyfriend with
McDreamy Chocolate Chip Macadamia Cookies
1 cup all purpose flour
¼ cup whole wheat flour
1 cup old fashioned rolled oats
¾ tsp baking powder
½ tsp baking soda
½ scant tsp salt
¾ cup granulated sugar
½ cup packed brown sugar
1/3 + 1 tbsp butter, softened
1 ½ tsp hazelnut extract
1 large egg
¼ cup smoshed macadamia nuts
¼ cup your choice chocolate chips ( I like semi sweet mini)
Preheat Oven to 350
Lightly spoon flour into a med sized bowl, level with a knife
Combine flour, rolled oats, baking powder, salt and soda
Place sugars in a large bowl with butter. Beat with a mixer, or smush with a fork and then mix as best you can with a wooden spoon, if you don’t have a mixer
Add hazelnut and egg, beat until blended
Gradually add flour in mixture beating at low speed. I usually use a wooden spoon for this part, or my hands. I have a slightly rational fear of over mixing the dough.
Smosh the macadamia nuts by spooning them into a cereal bowl, and using the bottom of the measuring cup to sort of grind them until they are the size you want them to be. I go for about the same size as the choco chippies. The smoshed macadamia nuts don’t have to be uniform in size.
Stir in the nuts and chocochips.
Drop dough by tablespoons 2 inches apart, or just squish little dough balls with your finger tips, onto parchment paper lined baking sheets. See ** Below!
Bake at 350 for 12 minutes or until edges of cookies are lightly browned
Cool on pan for 2 minutes, remove and cool on a wire rack.
** What I Really like to do is separate the dough into 2 portions. Squeeze half into a ball form and put in fridge. Drop the other half onto the baking tray in preferred method.
Then, while the first tray is baking off, I like to use the slightly chilled dough (the chilling helps keep its form and gets it out of the way so you don’t just eat it raw while dropping the first portion onto tray). Take out of fridge, place on one end of a piece of parchment paper, fold paper over so covering and roll out, either with a rolling pin, jar/bottle side or just by smooshing with your hand some. I don’t do them too thin.
Then, use a cookie cutter (heart shaped is probably best if you are still hoping to stalk that super cute mail man!) to cut out the 2nd batch of cookies. Lay those on a baking tray with a finger space between.
Once the 1st tray is done,bake these, also at 350 for 12 minutes, cool and rack.
Or, if you are a sane person not trying to charm the wits off the mail man, or your kids won’t appreciate the heart shaped cookies, just do the 2nd tray like the first, without bothering with the whole refrigerating thing. However, I am of the opinion that shaped cookies are even tastier, and besides, our oven is really small. So I vote shaped cookies. Besides, when you are alone dreaming of some dreamy dream boat over your tea, a heart shaped cookie will be way more fun to dunk. (Imagine if I had the funds to mail some of these babies to myself! That would get him to my door!)
You guys! I have a boyfriend! Well, actually I am having an imaginary love affair with the dreamy mail man. He loves me, I just know it. He just doesn’t know it yet. He is such a tease! Last week he came to visit me twice, and even gave me that handsome smile of his the 2nd day, when I got excited and said Oh Look! You’re Back! I am beginning to wonder, however, if maybe he doesn’t know that we are having an imaginary love affair! This is the only possible explanation for him visiting the lady across the hall, and not me. I mean, granted, her fried onions and peas smell really good! But I’m watching Firefly, all by myself! You would think my now, he would have picked up on my cues and purposefully playful playlists!
Well! She isn’t going to one up me for long! Thank heavens it is only Monday and there is a while week ahead to lure him into my life! Got to be some flyers delivered at least by Thursday, Right?! And in the mean time if anyone wants to send me something by mail, just make sure it is bigger than the average apartment door mail slot ok?! That way he has to knock on my door and I can ensnare him with my wiles and charms!
In the mean time, who wants cookies?! I am baking some right now! I will share the recipe with you in a minute ok?!
?? What do you get when you take a fresh pineapple, a can of coconut milk and a sunny day and shake them all up in a recycled apple juice jug?!
= = You get pineapple coconut pancakes Of Course!
Not what you were expecting? Me neither!
Inspired by a conversation with my Vancouver Sister, I went out and picked up a fresh pineapple the other day. I don’t really enjoy eating pineapple; so much citrus! And the wise young elf will maybe try a bit of a bite of a piece once a year. But I wasn’t buying a pineapple to cut up and eat. No way! I have a juicer! Something someone had that they didn’t use. Quite a housewarming gift!
Juicing can be expensive, so it isn’t something I do every day. Or week. But it is surprising how often I have gotten to make use of it! Someone gave me another bag of beets recently and into the juicer they went! Beet Carrot Juice is probably my new favourite thing! Elfkin will drink carrot juice sans anything else, so it is a quick way to get some vitamins into him! (and he doesn’t need to know that there are cucumbers and celery in it either)…
But what about the exotic pancakes, you ask?! Ok. Well, it turns out that you don’t get much juice out of an entire pineapple! What you do get is a lot of pulp, which is in a baggy in the freezer for the day when I get around to making peanut butter pineapple muffins. (Don’t those sound delicious!) To boost the volume of the meager output of the juiced pineapple, I shook a can of coconut milk into it. (Who buys a pineapple and doesn’t pick up a couple of cans of coconut milk, right?!) I tried to give that delicious concoction to the boy after school and he was not into it. Apparently one should warn a child that their glass of milk is not actually milk. Well, that jug of smooth tasty goodness has been in the fridge for 3 days now. I have been drinking it, but one can only have so many smoothies in a day I guess. But I want not to waste…
Every saturday I make pancakes. There were years when I made pancakes every day! My current Saturday morning routine is to get some hot coffee into me, listen to Vinyl Cafe on CBC and make us some pancakes. Right now Stuart McLean has a slight back drop of Minecraft sounds coming from the little guy’s bedroom, but hey, that’s cool, it is Saturday for him too.
This is where I get to the super delicious pancake mix. Pouring milk into my coffee I realized that we didn’t have much milk. Enough to do the pancakes but not enough for a couple more coffees too. So I decided to use a recipe that would normally call for butter milk, and use the last of the coconut pineapple smoothie instead. With cinnamon and shaved coconut too, of course!
The kitchen smells awesome! I’m going to have peanut butter on one of mine, and vanilla yogurt with a stirring of smoothie on the other. Elfboy has chocolate hazelnut spread on his. Without fail, or we have cereal instead 😀
*** You will perhaps enjoy knowing that Little Elfkin ate his without question on complaint, without the sideways suspicious eye stare that he will often affix me with when I have done something to his pancakes. In fact I had to ask him how he liked them, he was eating them so fast. MmMM Good was his verdict. Me, I am in tropical pantry party pancake paradise right now!
I am just going to paint a quick picture for you all before I sign off for the night. And if you know me and how much I love to let words pour from my fingertips, than you know this is no quickie… I just so want to share the sensual experience that I now dwell in!
Imagine a cloud. An invisible cloud that envelopes your senses and leaves you reeling, sometimes with eye watering intensity, sometimes with something that translates into hunger. Sometimes something Else. This overpowering experience is The Aroma of the 5th Floor
Picture this … I now live in an apartment building, and so I take an elevator home. Or I dash up 5 flights of stairs if I am feeling really amped. Usually that doesn’t happen on the way home, although sometimes I will take the stairs Down, and pretend that works for cardio. I think in the 4 months we have lived in this building, that I have taken the stairs up about 5 times. Once when I got home and one elevator was on Service and someone was using the other one to move in, or out, I really couldn’t tell, and I just didn’t want to ride up with 2 dressers and a stack of shoe shelves. I know a couple of times I came in the back door and took the stairs by some misguided instinct and contemplated catching the lift on another floor. But that would just be silly!
Anywhoo I usually take the elevator. It is kind of fun. Has a fancy mirror, railing and Call for Help buttons that ElfBoy has ”accidentally” pushed 3 times when determined to not take off his mittens. Alarmingly, I have only witnessed someone answering the CallforHelp button once, and that was when I pushed it On Purpose! That was a fun experience, but let me tell you about that another time though, ok? Don’t worry, I’m fine! I’m here, aren’t I?!
Here I might be, but where was I?
The Elevator Experience… and the scents that await the senses… One fun part about now living above ground, is that usually I get to ride the elevator with at least a couple of the 200 people who I now share a building with. Normally no more than 2 other adults and a handful of children. Often a dog or two, and sometimes someone in a motorized scooter chair, usually them with a dog as well. All good. Actually, the elevator itself doesn’t usually smell too bad. Often it smells like cleaning product. Which is a good thing, considering how often the dogs can’t wait to get outside. Too bad their owners are not as caring about cleaning up after them as the poor superintendents have to be! Spring in this area is just plain gross! But Wait! Stay with me! I was getting to it, I promise!
The thing about being apparently Amazonian at 5 foot 10, is that the majority of my neighbours are at least a foot shorter than me. I am not exaggerating. My son, at 4 foot 2 is as tall as some of the parents in the school yard. What I can’t decide is if it is awkward standing in an elevator with people who you tower over, or not. I usually just make eye contact with the children. I enjoy making them giggle. Giggling is the universal language, when I would say 85% of the people in your neighbourhood don’t speak the same language as you do. This morning I pretended to do knee bends, mostly because at first I was feeling self conscious about being the last person on the elevator and having to stand in front of everyone, knowing I was towering over them… and then just to be ironic, and I had at least one little girl in fits 🙂 My son was standing with his back to me with his forehead against the mirror. This is either to avoid the total mortification of having a weirdo for a mother, or his way of surviving a full elevator.
But Wait! I haven’t gotten to the wafting aromas yet, have I?!
I think that the main reason it smells so interesting on my floor, is because the majority of my neighbours come from places with more interesting food cultures than where we lived before. And here it is folks, what you have clearly been waiting for! You are still here, aren’t you?! My favourite part about this new experience is that when I get off the elevator I am instantly greeted by the scents wafting from my new neighbours doorways. Most afternoons I walk through a mingled aroma of fried onions and peas, and nag champa incense. Actually most mornings too. I am pretty sure that the lady across the hall eats mainly fried rice for breakfast. And it is truly mouth watering. I wonder what the Dreamy Postman thinks when he comes up to our floor?! Does it make him feel somewhat overwhelmed but also hungry? I wonder what he thinks of my contributions to the Aroma of Floor 5, with my many teas and baking as well as the fine layer of perfume I enjoy spritzing on my carpet to mask some of it all? This week I am featuring things of peanut butter, Darjeeling and musky man scents from a sampler bottle.
Because this is the thing… The trouble is that these wonderful experiences don’t stop in the hallway. As I sit here right now, there is a maddening combination of burnt beans and lemon grass enclosing me and strangely, I am desperate for 2nd dinner!! I will be dreaming of thick spicy foods and tea leaf seaweed tonight! I hope you will too, because I think this will be sweeter as a shared experience. That is if you have made it to this sentence and if I have managed to portray the rather eye watering, mouth burning experience that is to be had just by stepping off the elevator on the 5th floor!
My son is currently in the bath tub saying all the swears he wants to, I guess thinking that because he is behind closed doors I can’t hear him, or it won’t matter. Mostly he is just saying words for body parts and what he thinks they do, so I’m going to leave him to it. I am Very tempted to get the camera out and capture this special moment on film, but I feel like that would be a bit of an infrigement of privacy, even thought I am no more than 15 steps from him at this moment.