Who has a teen out there? Or has vivid memories of one that recently left home… raise your hand. And was it a girl? Because they are hands down different than boys. Dramatic, emotional, funny, spunky, stubborn, wonderful, frustrating… and so on. Did you ever have round robin sort of conversations like this?
Me: “Hey Chloe- you did awesome this morning getting out on time. Thanks.”
Chloe: “Yeah, that’s cause you didn’t nag me.”
Me: “That’s because you were up and on time. And I really appreciated it.”
Chloe: “Well… It’s because you didn’t nag me.”
Me: “I didn’t nag you because I didn’t have to. You got up and you were ready.”
Chloe: “And that iiissss because you didn’t nag me.”
Me: “Well isn’t it great when I don’t nag and you are up and out on time.”
Chloe: ” “
Whatcha gonna do! EAT COOKIES. Now that’s a close up.
Bottom line is I’ve gotten to be a bit of a stickler about time. A far cry from my upbringing… sorry mom. And island time isn’t helping. I am trying to maintain promptness out of a desire to achieve self discipline and respect for whom I’m to meet and where at said time. I want to thank O for helping me to reform. The German folks are on time. It’s neither a discussion nor a consideration. It just is. The first beat of music at our exercise class fell on the stroke of 9am…. Sorry Ronna- it’s not your fault. 7pm dinner date at a friend’s house and the doorbell finished ringing before 7.01pm… Drinks and nibbles on the table and a hostess with no rings of sweat or signs of panic. Now there were times where I’d get a call from a coffee date who was stuck in traffic but the call always occurred before the scheduled meeting time.
To all my peeps out there in “real time” reading this, don’t worry, I’m far from perfect. And it is not like everybody has to meet these expectations. They are self expectations. For me it’s about staying focused. Not filling the ten minutes I have before leaving for an appointment with twenty minutes of something else. Say “duh” in unison. It’s simple right? No. I’ve found being on time also eliminates another layer of stress in life. Rushing. It just doesn’t feel good in my body anymore. (Side note: In my perfect world, I can be on time and also not judge or stress if the other person or event doesn’t occur exactly on time.)
What does this have to do with cookies. hmmmmm. not much. Well except Chloe and I totally, completely, utterly agree on our love for these salted almond cookies inspired by my latest fave of chocolate bars. Salted Almond Chocolate. I love Chocolove’s Dark Salted Almond even though they are only 55%. And although Theo chocolates aren’t always a favorite, I do like their salted almond bar and it’s a 70%. I bought several bars to take photos of and ate them all trying to compare and forgot to take photos. I didn’t like the comparison. I went with the sweeter chocolove. But not eaten simultaneously, I love each’s own uniqueness. Maybe I’ll buy more tomorrow (just to avoid having to take pics off the web… ahem).
We’ve made several batches of these. The latest were done in mini fashion. So when I, you, eat nine or twelve, we’ve really only had three or four. You saw these briefly with the Starry Starry nights. The recipe is so basic. It’s like my biggest “go to” even before my pie crust. It’s Betty’s recipe. Here’s the half version if you don’t want to make 4 dozen (or 8 doz if they are minis). I do a mix of bittersweet chips, semi sweet chips and milk chocolate chips. I read somewhere that was clever. There is a stronger hit on your taste buds. I used 1 1/2 cups of slivered almonds. I rolled mini balls and topped each with a dash of brown sugar and a couple crystals of Maldon sea salt. I’m linking you to a company called Saltworks. I carried their products in my store and love everything they do. And I like that the company was homegrown… and now just moved into a 100,000 sq ft facility. Insane.
Happy days during the holiday you celebrate,
One year ago: Iron Maiden