Fresh cherry chocolate chip cookies

Fresh cherry chocolate chip cookies

Fresh cherry chocolate chip cookies

“When are you going back to school?” asked the bartender, calling over her shoulder from across the bar. “NEVER!” I replied, with an evil laugh. Of course she wasn’t talking to me, she thought I was somebody else, some bright young woman with her future ahead of her who will be going back to school within the month. Everybody is going off somewhere…to school; to a new, real, job; to a trip abroad. And I’m just sitting here, sitting. I’d like to go back to school, but it would be frivolous at my age; I should get a new real job, but I don’t really want to, if I’m being honest. I’d love to go on a trip abroad, but I’ve got kids and a dog and no money. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I’m not great with change, and I’m genuinely content with things the way they stand. Sometimes, though, it’s discombobulating to take a step back and see how many decisions have already been decided–almost without me knowing I was making them. We own a house, we have as many children as I ever wanted, I can’t imagine ever leaving this town. Of course we have dreams, we talk about doing something else. We’re just about ready to launch our back-up plan of moving to Provence and raising goats and writing children’s books. I’m thinking of moving to Uraguay to form a film collective with whoever has been making the beautiful films I’ve seen from that area. I fully intend to move to Barcelona and become a secret street artist. I’d like to be a polyglot troubadour like Manu Chao, and gallivant to Brazil and Algeria to make huge wine-filled dinners with scores of fascinating friends from all over the world. It’s only a matter of time, really, before I travel back in time to 30s or 60s Paris, to make movies with Renoir or Godard. Just one or two things to put in order, first, and we’re off.

This is my summer of cherries! I’m cherry-obsessed. I’ve always been a raspberry fan, but I have to admit, this summer I’m very nearly ready to declare the cherry as my favorite fruit. I’m especially obsessed with the combination of cherries, almonds, and chocolate. So I warn you in advance I’ve tried lots and lots of combinations, and I plan to tell you about them all! ALl of them! I thought it might be fun to make cookies with fresh cherries. The cookies turned out very soft, like little cakes. But tasty–fresh and juicy.

Here’s Manu Chao with Denia. We’ve been playing this album for Malcolm lately, because I think Manu Chao might be a satorial soul mate for our Malcolm.

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Oatmeal almond chocolate chip cookies

Oatmeal chocolate chip cookies

Oatmeal chocolate chip cookies

We bought a new CD by John Lee Hooker. From the first note, you think, yesssssss, and you want to walk around town listening to this music all the time. One of the songs on the album is Shake it Baby, in which he asks her to shake it for him one time. I wondered aloud what it means to shake it one time. Do you move your butt to one side, and that’s it? Isaac very seriously informed me that you shake your butt to once side, and back again. And that, friends, is how you shake it one time. I’ve started noticing a multitude of shake songs–it’s a very broad subject. You can shake it on the dance floor, or in the bedroom, you can shake from excitement, fear or sickness, you can shake like a polaroid picture, like milk, like a ship going out to sea, like a willow tree, like jello on a plate. So this week’s interactive playlist is shaking songs, with special points awarded for imaginative “shake like” similes. As ever, the playlist is interactive, so add what you’d like, or leave a note in the comments and I’ll try to remember to add them.

Oatmeal chocolate chip cookies

Oatmeal chocolate chip cookies

Oatmeal chocolate chip cookies are our natural anti-depressant here at The Ordinary. What’s one thing that could make them better? Almonds! And almond essence! It adds crunch and wonderful nuttiness. It probably makes them more healthy, too, but they’re cookies, so who cares?

Here’s your interactive shakey playlist.

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