Peanut butter anyone? Peanut butter and oatmeal? With milk chocolate chips?? Here have one. Or two. Or maybe five. Okay, I didn’t have five. But I did have three right in a row.
The hubby is out of town. Do you know what that means? That means that it was just me and a bag of giant milk chocolate chips having a stare down in an otherwise empty kitchen. I’d had a huge bowl of piping hot oatmeal for breakfast that was D-licious, and a peanut butter sandwich for lunch, but just didn’t get enough of the two I guess because although I set out to make a batch of good old chocolate chip cookies, oatmeal and peanut butter somehow made it into the mix.
And thank goodness. Because like I said… I didn’t stop at one. It may have been the bit of emptiness I felt from being home alllll alone today, or the dreaded summer math class I am starting tonight (oh mercy…) but these cookies did a fantastic job of lifting my spirits. The best part is how chewy they are. Mmmmm, ever so chewy. DON’T overbake them! I made that mistake with half of the batch and sadly they got a little too crunchy for my liking. But the half that I was more careful with turned out perfectly soft yet firm. Now get a move on and make some for yourself!
I love love love summer vegetables. I actually always have. I don’t think I ever had that typical kid’s aversion to veggies. In fact, my favorite color is green. So I probably just ate them for that reason. When I was growing up, we had a garden in the backyard. It was a pain to keep up with the weeding, I especially hated being assigned the corn rows because I had an uncanny knack for finding spiders in those stalks. The big, black, hairy kind… (is there really any other kind of spider?). But I thought that the whole concept of a garden was the neatest thing since sliced bread. The process was fascinating to me. You dig a hole, bury a seed inside, give it a little water and poof… food! Okay, it’s a little more complicated than that… but that’s basically what happens isn’t it? And to a kid, that’s practically magic.
Of course, even though I really loved veggies (green beans, zuchinni, bell peppers, corn on the cob… mmmm) I still didn’t love the idea of putting them in my sweets and bread til I’d gotten a little older. Now I’m a fan. And I’m a fan of these muffins. Sweet and hearty at the same time, so classic, so delicious. And healthy with a little fiber bonus thrown in there! So you can have two if you’re feelin it.
Originally I was going to make myself a big stack of my White Chocolate Chip Macadamia Nut Pancakes. But as I was just about to spoon the batter onto the pan I just wasn’t feelin it. How is it possible to not be “feeling” light and fluffy clouds of goodness adorned with bits of white creamy morsels of joy you ask? I know. Weird. Just bear with me here, this story has a happy ending.
It’s not that I don’t love those pancakes, because I definitely have a special affection for a cookie-inspired anything, especially pancakes. It’s simply that I was really really really in the mood for a brownie. But I’d just mixed up a batch of pancakes, not brownies. Problemo.
Wait a minute… what’s that can there on my shelf…. Hershey’s unsweetened cocoa?? (angels sing) Bam. Problem solved.
Two scoops, in you go… Oh and why not some of this chocolate syrup while we’re at it.
Thank you Mr. Hershey. You have truly saved the day. Brownie-inspired pancakes for moi, merci!
I have always had a special place in my heart for popcorn. The best part about going to see a movie has always been that giant bag of overly-buttered popcorn hasn’t it? The smell alone is enough to make me swoon. By the time I get settled in my seat I’ve already shaved off the top of the popcorn mound and I have to remind myself to slow down… Otherwise my overindulgence will be wasted on the previews. And that’s just sad.
Probably one of my most memorable popcorn experiences was the time I accidentally “shared” my popcorn with half the audience during a horror show. I’ve never been good with scary movies so it wouldn’t have been my choice to see this particular film but I didn’t have much of a say because it was a first date. Little did he know… About ten minutes into the movie when an unexpected murder by gunshot occurred I jumped, the popcorn went everywhere, and my poor date spent the rest of the movie trying to get it out of his lap, hair, and apologizing profusely to our neighbors. Not my best popcorn moment. I don’t think I need to mention that was a first and only date.
Ps. similar events have happened with my now-hubby and he was a champ about it. 😉
I love popcorn variations of all kinds but one of my favorite ways to eat popcorn is with something chocolatey. This caramel corn recipe is perfect for getting that sweet and salty fix that I crave probably daily. And the toffee hue is just glorious. It really kicks up that caramel flavor to a new level I feel. So go ahead a make a batch, with or without a movie this stuff is fantastic.
I think in another life I could have been Hawaiian. Long black hair, gorgeous milk-chocolatey skin, hula dancing skills like you’ve never seen… that could’ve been me. But I guess it wasn’t in the cards cause I’m definitely white and cannot hula dance to save my life. 🙂
And sadly, I haven’t even visited the islands of Hawaii, much less hail from them. It’s on my bucket list, don’t you worry. I just haven’t had the opportunity yet. But when I do, you better believe I’m on that plane in a heartbeat with my sunscreen in one hand and 5 dollars in the other for one of those flowers they stick behind your ear.
When we got engaged and were discussing potential honeymoon destinations, the hubby (then fiancee obviously) mentioned Hawaii. I got excited of course and said YES, but was soon deflated when he said, “yeah, I love Hawaii”. Oh. You’ve been there before? Yeah. Just 5 or 6 times. It was dumb but that kind of ruined it for me at the time. I wanted our honeymoon to be a new and exciting adventure for both of us, not a repeat thing.I wanted an exploration buddy, not a tour guide. Dumb, I know.
Looking back, I really should have taken him up on the offer cause I ended up bundled up in mittens and scarves for my honeymoon. Because it was February. In Chicago. Can you say windchill? Negative 2 degrees is a painful experience I really would rather not revisit in the near future. Or the distant.
And let me tell you, Hawaii was lookin better than ever.
But more about that later. What I really want to talk about is how Hawaii and pineapple go together in my mind like PB & J or socks and gym shoes. They are meant to be together. They need one another. I guess this probably stemmed from when my parents visited Hawaii when I was younger and brought back all sorts of treasures, my favorite being the freshest, most juicy and delicious pineapple I have ever had in my life. So when I was piling the pineapple onto my oats last night I just kept day dreaming about that pineapple my parents brought home and re-promised myself that I will go to Hawaii and eat pineapple while sitting on the beach, even if I have to swim there.
Have you been to Hawaii? Which island is your favorite??