My inner domestic goddess kicked in this weekend, and I got the urge to bake cookies. The domestic goddess in me loves to bake, be crafty, and generally make messes, but I’ve had less luck getting her to tackle projects like organizing the hall closet, alphabetizing the spice rack, or scrubbing floors. Such is life.
These are the wicked cookies I made this evening… I thought the green would be fun for halloween* since I didn’t see any orange chips at the store.
* No, these cookies won’t last until Halloween. Since I’m taking some into work tomorrow, I’ll be surprised if they last until Tuesday.
Minty Malty Cookies
1/2 cup butter (softened)
1 cup flour
1/4 cup malted Ovaltine
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/2 cup packed brown sugar
1/4 cup white sugar
1 egg
2 tsp. vanilla
1 cup mint chips
Preheat oven to 375 F. Use hand-mixer to combine sugars with butter in a small mixing bowl. Mix in egg and vanilla. In a second bowl, combine flour, Ovaltine, and baking soda. Gradually combine the contents of both bowls until smooth and creamy. Mix in mint chips.
Spoon 1 inch balls onto cookie sheet with a 2 inch distance between each ball of dough. Bake for 8 – 10 minutes or until toasty brown. Pour yourself a glass of milk and enjoy!
Cybele celebrated her birthday and “metamorphosis from entertainer to artist” last night with a wild Arty Party. An entire gallery showing of artwork by or of Cybele!
I surrender… the crafty bug has completely taken over. I stopped by SCRAP yesterday to pick up project materials, and part of my haul included a really cool piece of patterned vinyl. The vinyl turned out to be inappropriate for the original project, but as I was putting stuff away I looked at the vinyl again and realized it would make a super-cool coin purse. The task of putting stuff away was immediately put on hold and I went digging for complimentary fabric and notions.
I put in a few minutes on a construction sketch, then got to work. Useful lesson learned: Feed dogs and pressure feet do not like stretchy pleathery vinyl.
Not bad for an hour of tinkering with random materials. I don’t know which is more dangerous… That I am so easily distracted by little ideas like this, or that I have the materials on hand to assemble projects like this at the drop of a hat. Hmm…
Some of my experiments in the kitchen fare better than others. While a completely unintended effect, this rice pudding recipe I conjured up tastes surprisingly like Fruit Loops. It’s pretty tasty, too!
Fruity Rice Pudding
Ingredients:
1 cup milk
1/3 cup white long grain rice
1/4 cup sugar
1 tablespoon butter
1 teaspoon cinnamon
Dash of ground cloves
Lemon zest
Lime zest
Directions:
Bring milk and butter to a boil in a saucepan. Add rice, sugar, cinnamon, and cloves. Stir well, reduce heat, and cover. Simmer for 35 – 45 minutes, stirring occasionally, until rice is cooked and soft. Stir in lemon and lime zest, then remove from heat. Serve warm or chilled.
Hundreds of people marching down the street along the downtown Portland waterfront. Glow in the dark necklaces. Matching T-shirts. Red and white balloons as far as the eyes could see. Kids in strollers and red wagons. Police escorts.
Just what were they marching for?
There were signs and banners, but the print and logos was so small and non-distinct you’d have to be marching right alongside them to decrypt any of it. Timing the event after sunset didn’t help the readability of their cause, either.
They weren’t yelling and angry, so that rules out a protest.
There were many young children out past their bedtime, so it’s probably family oriented.
Nearly everyone was smiling, although since a majority of the crowd were children I could attribute their glee to being out past their bedtime.
My best guess is that it was a march for a disease that primarily affects children or an organization that benefits children.
Usually the point of marching, especially in a group as large as the one that was gathered, is to call attention to a cause. You got my attention, folks. What was the message supposed to be?
