Pay the Toll

The time has come to speak of something very near and dear to my heart.

Cookies.

I love cookies. All kinds. But my favorite is the absolute classic of chocolate chip. Sure, sometimes i flirt with the peanut butter cookies with hershey’s kisses in them. And sometimes my head is turned by oatmeal. but my heart belongs to chocolate chip.

And my stomach. And my taste buds.

So, you ask, how do i go about making my personal chocolate chip cookies?

Well, i shall tell you: it’s a secret.

Ok, so Im totally lying. It isn’t. I start with the basic toll house recipe.

ive tried other recipes – many many other recipes. but i always come back to toll house.

There are some tricks to making the most fabulous chocolate chip cookies ever, though.

1. Use real butter. No fake stuff.

If you use fake stuff, you run the risk of the oil content being too high, which will make your cookies spread way out and overcook.

2. Use ROOM TEMPERATURE butter.

It needs to be spreadable but not melted. This is VERY important. If it’s too cold, the dough will be too stiff and hard to stir and kinda chunky. If it’s too warm, which here means melty, the dough ends up too runny and pourable.

Please do not pour your cookies. It’s weird.

3. Salt is salt is salt, in all honesty. But, using a courser grain salt makes them sooooooo.yummy. The salt brings out the sweetness.

4. Check the expiration date on your baking soda. I have a bad habit of having multiple boxes of baking soda and using whatever one comes to hand. Not too good when you just grabbed the deodorizing box from the fridge. Ew.

5. Semi sweet chocolate chips make it best. Milk chocolate chips are WAAAAAY too sweet, and I dont care for dark chocolate. Check your labels – some of the store brand chocolate chips cant really be considered “chocolate.”

6. Eggs is eggs. I tend to use egg beaters, which we keep in the freezer, as eggs are hard to get out here and are reserved for things like fried eggs over easy (someday, i will tell you all about why breakfast is better for dinner, and why pizza is never a bad thing in the morning, but that day is not today)

Lately, we’ve been lazy and doing cookie cakes. With this recipe, use a 9×13 pan or divide the dough into two pans. Otherwise, it wont cook through, which we found out the hard way. And then we took spoons, and ate the middle out of it.

Yummy.

Iffen you’re concerned about fat and oil and suchlike, there are a couple of things you can do.

1. replace oil with applesauce.

ive found that this works best if you do half applesauce/half vegetable oil. If you replace with all applesauce, it changes the texture. Added bonus: you can reduce the sugar a little, as the applesauce is a sweetener.

this is either a problem or a help for us batter eaters. if you’re trying to avoid eating the batter, its good, because it makes it taste a little odd and again, texture. if you WANT the batter, its bad.

2. Splenda instead of sugar.

i havent tried any of the other fake sweeteners, but Splenda gives odd results for me. if i use all splenda, the cookies have a strange aftertaste. When I use it, i use it 1:2 with sugar – it takes care of the aftertaste issue, but lowers the sugar content a little.

again, batter eaters, this is good or bad. the taste and the texture are definitely different. kinda yicky, as far as im concerned.

3. I havent tried doing both at the same time. somebody try it and let me know what you think.

Now, for some reason, im having a craving. And the kid is asleep, which means I can actually finish the batch!

…and stop eating the dough.

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I Shouldn’t Ask

“Brandus…”

“yes?”

“…why is there a smiley face drawn on the back of our child’s head?”

“Why climb a mountain?”

“BEACUSE IT’S THERE is not a good enough reason to draw on the baby!”

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Homeward Bound

Brandus and I have been discussing (and discussing and discussing) and we decided quite a while ago that this was to be our last year in Pants, Alaska. We’re tired of village life. We’re tired of not being able to order pizza. We’re tired of having to spent an obscene amount of money to get Lord Voldemort to the doctor when he gets sick.

So, the question on everyone’s mind (and really, everyones. My parents, his parents, my sisters, the cats..) has been, “where are you going?”

Good question.

We talked about it – endlessly. Staying in Alaska in town for another year, moving to Washington State, moving to the South, moving somewhere random in between so long as it wasnt Kansas…good points and bad points to everything.

However! We have, in fact, picked a state. We just need a town.

Anybody know anything about coastal North Carolina?

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Look What Your Money Bought

When I was small, I was attempting to copy something my sisters were doing – namely, licking coins and sticking them to their foreheads – and, inadvertently swallowed a penny. I got hauled in to the hospital (which is made greatly easier when you are a doctor’s kid), my stomach was x rayed, and i was pronounced fine. Although I had a penny in my stomach.

I havent tried sticking coins to my forehead in years. Lessons do eventually sink in. Plus, I still have the x ray, where you can quite clearly see a round object in my small tummy.

The kiddo is a little young to be trying to imitate me (or his aunts) with that degree of dexterity, so I have absolutely no idea how he coughed up a penny into my hands today.

Maybe he’s made of money? Should I be expecting golden eggs next?

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Where the Balmy Breezes Blow

-In Donegal, Ireland, up in the Gaeltacht, there is a tiny cove, about a mile down the road from Teac Jack’s in Gweedore. When the tide is in, you can barely see anything except for a few rocks, about a hundred feet out, standing up out of the water. When the tide is out, you can stand on the topmost rock and look down almost 20 feet into the water. The wind is so strong, you can barely hold anything in your hands – it might get ripped away. If you look back at the land behind you, you feel miles away from civilization.

-Off the Isle of Capri in Italy, you can get in a tiny boat with oars and be rowed to a tiny hole in the side of a cliff. The man in the boat will drop his oar, catch hold of a chain across the opening, the tide will go UP and then DOWN and he PULLS and you duck, your head clearing the opening by inches. Inside, it seems pitch black, and all you can hear is some quiet splashing, and the sound of the oarsmens’ voices as they sing in Italian. “Turn around,” your oarsman says, and you turn and behind you, the sea is glowing deep blue, lit up from below. It’s like you could reach and scoop up some of the water, and still have it glow in your hands. Supposedly, during the spring, sometimes the oarsmen let you get out and swim in The Blue Grotto.

-Growing up, I spent weeks and weeks in North Carolina during the summer. Asheville, Brevard, Montreat, Black Mountain..I love Buncombe county. I went to camp every year from the time I was 8 until I was 18 in Brevard. I went to Montreat with youth group. My boyfriend at the time lived in the Asheville area part of the time we were dating. When I was in high school, I spent practically the whole summer in that area.

There’s something about North Carolina. The trees, maybe. Or the smell. More than Georgia, sometimes, it’s home.

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