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Peanut Butter-Stuffed Chocolate Cookies

I go for long runs on weekends.

I am majorly thankful for these long runs.

I really love food, so I am majorly, majorly thankful for these long runs.

You know who I mostly thank for these long runs?

Nansen.

Nansen drives me out to the park for these long runs. Nansen is NOT a chauffeur. Nansen is just a nice dude. Don’t call him a chauffeur.  He’s not a chauffeur.

You see, you can’t pay a chauffeur in cookies, but you can sometimes pay a Nansen with cookies. If they’re good cookies.

These fit the bill.

They were particularly good as fuel when running to this fire tower.

This is Nansen at the fire tower, no doubt talking about how he wishes he had flannel lined jeans … and about how flannel has become “very advanced” these days. Hell, it’s chilly. I’d wear flannel lined jeans…

Ok, depending on the tight-fittedness of said jeans. I mean come on, tight, flannel-lined girl jeans? Sounds like constrained sweatiness.

Boop. Cookies.

Oh Right, the run.

It was many hours. Like 3 or something. Long.

But super pretty.

And very Nansen-picture-filled. But that’s not a new thing.

Also you have to be really strong to partake in this run. That’s important. (look there’s me!)

These cookies were both the fuel to make me strong and manly and the currency to get my arse into the little silver Ford that drove us out to the hills.

YUM. Make these cookies. They look advanced, like they have secrets.

“HOW DID YOU GET THE PEANUT BUTTER INTO THE CHOCOLATE!?!” many have asked.

“Ah,” I said, “You roll the peanut butter filling into a ball and wrap it in chocolate dough.”

Enough said. I used this recipe. Use it too.

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Cho-Coconut Luna Bars

I told you these would happen.

Well, they had to happen.. I made them over a week ago.  Ugh… there are so many pretty photographed things that I’ve made way longer than a week ago that have yet to see the light of “blog”.  I never really know what to do when that happens.

Most of my recipes have anecdotes, meanings, jokes, stories… but when I made the food a month ago… all of those memories that usually cling to things that I make.. fade.

Because I’m sixty. And I can’t remember before October.

Ok not true. I can.  But I’d have to sit on the comfy couch covered with purple blankets for a really long time making a really hard thinking-face that my roommates might mistake for something else and tell me to get off the couch right now.

More proof that I’m sixty.  Also I can’t hear.  It makes for good misinterpretations by me always.  I’d love to share them with you but, duh, I can’t remember them right now.

Sixty.

Right, moral of the story… I think I have to abandon those recipes that didn’t have time to make it to the blog and just move on forward.  The emotional connections… they’re gone.  I’ll make new ones.

These babies are super fresh in my mind. YUM.

I don’t know if you guys have had Luna bars.  They occupy a pretty special place in my heart/mind/thing.

1) I was an athlete kid, sports nutrition bars were exciting and seemed super necessary for me to be a super powerful athlete.

2) Luna bars were made for GIRLS.  Woah, special.

3) Chocolatey-Crispy-Gooey goodness that I got to pretend was a health food.

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Lighten the Mood – chocolate chip cookie war

I need a post to get me outta this funk.

Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, I have a funk.

Or I’m in a funk. whatever.  The funk is called five weeks of being ill. It stinks.

I’m a healthy person. Honest. Really healthy.  I’m so not that girl who catches a cold every time she goes out in chilly weather without socks. Definitely not that girl.  TOMS don’t need socks.  But yeah, point is, I do what I can to keep my immune system off-the-hook.  By that I mean as unsusceptible to viruses as my Macbook (That was a shout out Mr.Jobs, your awesomeness lives on).

Well lately, it hasn’t been so hot.

More like hot and bothered.

But more bothered than hot.

So I kinda got fed up.  I’ve been doing so darn good.  Eating as much wicked produce as possible.  Keepin all my macronutrients in check.  You know the deal.  Drinking water.  Just being good. I really am.  Which is why I’m even more bothered. Why don’t bacteria take the goodness of your soul and your awesome intentions into account when they decide whether or not to infest your sinuses? They should. Bunch of arses.

So to rebel against the evil head infection, I’m depriving the bacteria of sugar for the time being.  I heard they like sugar.  So they can’t have it.

Unfortunately, desugarification is kind of a bum.  So I figure now’s as good a time as any to relive my glory days. From a month ago.

When I had a vegan chocolate-chip cookie face-off.

With myself.

You see, two mad cool bloggers came up with two different vegan chocolate chip cookies recipes within days of eachother. I needed both.

Right-a-freakin-way.

One works it’s magic with a little bit o’ banana (right), that’s from Daily Garnish (who is super going to pop any day now, check her blog), the other (left), by Oh She Glows (who hangs in the same province that I currently inhabit) sneaks in some flax and molasses Whaaat?!

Yeah.

Flax and molasses.

Power couple if there ever was one.  Is that weird? That I put flax and molasses up there with Brangelina… ?

NO.

It’s how we roll in the not-so-average 20 somethin household.

Onward, the recipes.

Cookie Numero Uno

1 dozen via Daily Garnish (slight adaptations)

  • 1/2 cup all-purpose flour
  • 1/2 cup whole wheat flour
  • 1/2 tsp baking soda
  • 1/2 tsp kosher salt
  • 1/4 cup Earth Balance (or other vegan buttah4
  • 1/4 cup  sugar
  • 1/4 cup brown sugar, loosely packed
  • 1/2 ripe banana
  • 1/2 tsp vanilla
  • 1 tbsp almond milk
  • 1/2 cup chocolate chips

Preheat oven to 350 and line a cookie sheet. Prepare for a sErious event.  Mix the first 4 ingredients in a bowl and set aside.  Cream together butterishthing and sugars with whatever mixing device you have.  I had a wooden spoon.  Add the banana, vanilla, and milk, nd mix until fluffy.  Slowly add the dry to the wet and then fold in the chocolate chips. Scoop about 1 dozen cookies onto your sheet.  I got to use a cookie scoop, you could use a heaping Tbs.  Flatten them a bit. Bake for 10-ish mins or until the bottoms are a lil golden.  Cool and taste test.

Cookie Number Dos

via Oh She Glows

  • 7 tbsp Earth Balance + 1 tbsp  oil (or 1/2 cup Earth Balance if not worried about crisp edges)
  • 1/2 cup packed brown sugar
  • 1/4 cup sugar
  • 1 flax egg: (1 tbsp ground flaxed mixed with 3 tbsp warm water and left until gummy)
  • 1 tsp vanilla extract
  • 1/2 tsp baking soda
  • 1/2 tsp salt
  • 1/2 cup whole wheat pastry flour (I used whole wheat, then white pastry flour)
  • 3/4 cup all-purpose flour
  • 1/4 tsp cinnamon
  • 1/4 tsp molasses (optional)
  • 1/2 cup chocolate chips

Preheat your oven to 350 and line a baking sheet.  Mix your flax egg and leave er there.  In a bowl (or stand mixer, fancypants) cream the butterishness alone until fluffy, then mix in both sugars until creamed, then the flax egg.  Beat in all of the remaining ingredients and fold in the chocochips.  Scoop these out onto your sheet like the previous ones, though I think this made more than a dozen for me. Bake for 10-12 mins, don’t over do it!  Cool and taste test.

Findings:

Cookie Uno had some nice buttery banana-y flavour to it, and it felt lighter.. it’s also the mucho healthier option.  I was also surprised at how non-cakey it was given that it was made with a bananer.  HOWEVER, it didn’t have the “perfect chewy dense center type deal” that you can get with the best non vegan choco-chip cookies, I could still feel a lil cakiness. Just a lil

Cookie Dos was… super. Wouldn’t have thunk it was vegan.  It had the super chewy with crisp edges texture spot on. I want to make them again now. Riiight now. At 10:34 pm. Only my bum’s will to stay glued to the couch is stopping me.  I think we have a winner.

Ange, you did it again.  Keep rockin my kitchen with your vega-liciousness.  That was not suggestive. Please don’t think it was suggestive. Yikes.

Wish me luck with maintaining my desugarification while I still produce more snot than David Guetta does Remixes.

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Montessori and Cookies

I’m not like a normal 20 year old.

Sometimes I’m like a 40 year old.

Sometimes I’m like a 5 year old.

For me, There is little in between.  It’s ok, I’ve come to terms with myself.  Why, you ask, do you consider yourself a 40 year old?

Examples:

“Hey Britt, wanna grab a pitcher at Boston Pizza?”

– “Hmm, what would you say about a small glass of wine along side an avocado citrus salad chez moi?”

“Hey Britt, it’s late, want to go in on a order of Chinese food with us?”

– “Oh, Chinese food, that’s okaaay,  I prepared a stockpile of cooked quinoa at the beginning of the week and had planned to grill some vegetables and tofu alongside, also I am afraid of Mono-Sodium Glutemate”

“Hey Britt, let’s sleep in and grab brunch at eleven!”

– “That sounds really awesome! But I’ll be up at eight regardless and have eaten my bowl of oats… and be in the middle of taking a five year old for a bike ride at that time.”

“Hey Britt, what are you doing at lunch tomorrow… Burritos?!”

– “Ah, I’m so sorry, but I’ll be eating lunch with all of the montessori parents in the park; watching the children frolic.”

“Hey Britt, want this can of coke?”

– “No, sorry, I’m concerned for my cardiovascular health and bone density.  Also the bysphenol-A that lines that can is carcinogenic and will likely cause hormone disruptions, leading to my future infertility.”

And why a 5 year old?

“Hey Britt, want a cup of coffee?”

– “No. Coffee tastes like bum.”

“Hey Britt, want to go get ridiculously intoxicated this evening?”

– “Ummmm, I was thinking Disney movies in my bedroom and chocolate chip cookes? Bed by 8?”

“Britt, do you know where this random squishy ball with tentacles came from?”

– “No, I certainly didn’t throw it at you from my cubicle.”

“Brittany, let M get to the car first.  If you don’t he will cry.”

– “M needs to learn that he cannot always win… and that his sister can.”

“Hey Britt, could you give me some advice?”

– “Yes.  Do not, at any cost, attempt to attach your employee ID tag to your left nostril when you think nobody is loooking.  You will regret it.”

“Ok so, I know you’re spending lunch in the park with the montessori children tomorrow, but how about I meet you there and we can chill.”

– “No.. see I’ll be playing freeze tag with M and his four girlfriends. No I won’t let them catch me just because they’re 5, I have pride.”

This is L, I sometimes play freeze tag with him. Unless I'm wearing white shoes.

Yes, I have an internal age gap. However, whether I’m the age of a child or their parent… I’m always at helicopter park at lunch.  With my people.

My People.

I spend so much time with the montessori borealis preschool at lunch, that they deemed me an honorary student/teacher and invited me to their year end bbq.  It’s obviously not because M goes to school there.  And it couldn’t be because I worked as a Summer Program Coordinator a couple of years back.  I’m just one of them.

I hang out with Erin every day at lunch.  She’s an adult.  And a teacher. Apparently She’s a really good teacher. Who knew :).

All I will tell you about Erin is that her daughter, Iz, is in love with my brother.

This was evident at the BBQ. There was chasing.  And inappropriate marriage references (though I’m told she has this plan in order to legitimize her claims to be my sister), as well as a reference to M’s room as “Their”  room. One day she’ll realize that I’m not that cool.. hopefully this doesn’t result in their divorce.

In addition to the underage fraternization, there was also food.

Forgive the blurry food photo.. I was eager.

Lots.

Mother and I HAD to contribute.  She was tempted to buy something.   Do you think I allowed her to?

HA.

No.

If my name could be in any way connected to something, directly or indirectly, it has to have been crafted, with love, from our kitchen.

Timing was tight.  We went with a standby, failsafe foodgasm.  Our best chocolate chip cookie recipe to date.

Coworkers showing up in an hour for an at-home meeting? Chocolate Chip Cookies.

Men somewhere sometime? Chocolate Chip Cookies.

Children and parents at a BBQ? Chocolate Chip Cookies.

These cookies are famous.  New York Times Famous.  They seem all tricky when the Times write about them because they TRY to make you refrigerate the dough overnight. HA. They tell you you have to.

You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. So just don’t.

Chocolate Chip Cookie

Make them and bake them right away you rebel. They will still be better than any other chocolate chip cookie you’ve tried.

Perfectly chewy throughout the middle, with way more chocolate than you think you should put in, but do it anyway.  Just firm anough around the edges, with complex, vanilla-y flavour.  Not boring, crunchy, puffy, dry, or cakey. Good.

Ultimate Chocolate Chip Cookies

from the New York Times via How Sweet It Is

  • 2 cups minus 2 tablespoons cake flour
  • 1 2/3 cups bread flour
  • 1 1/4 teaspoons baking soda
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons coarse salt
  • 2 1/2 sticks (1 1/4 cups) unsalted butter
  • 1 1/4 cups light brown sugar
  • 1 cup plus 2 tablespoons granulated sugar
  • 2 large organic eggs
  • 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
  • 1 1/4 pounds chocolate chips
Preheat oven to 350. Mix dry ingredients (up to and including salt) in a bowl.  Cream butter and sugars with a hand or stand-up mixer until fluffy (4-ish minutes).  Add each egg followed by vanilla with mixer on low.  Slowly add dry ingredients, and mix on low until just combined.  Fold in all of that chocolate.  Do not fear it’s mass quantities.  (here is where you could wait a day and refrigerate the dough… uh.. no) Drop heaping Tbs or golfball sized cookies onto a lined sheet and bake for between 10-20 minutes depending on your cookie size.  Be sure to take them out when they are still very light on colour, just barely after no glossy wet dough is visible.  Trust me.

I stole three cookies and put them in a container before they had all been eaten at the BBQ. In Sparks I promised to “share and be a friend”, but not always.

Iz jumped into our slow grey minivan post-BBQ, and would not be moved.  She came home with us.

Update: Today, witnesses say that an illegal kiss was shared in the classroom.  When I say shared I mean M was (quite willingly) cornered. Yay for sisters not having any direct child-rearing responsibility!

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These cookies will be nice to you.

Some days are touchy.

You know those days.

Those days where everything is “the last straw”.

You’ve already woken up on the wrong side of the bed.

The edges of your nostrils are already dry and scratchy.

The pile of kleenex beside your bed provided a full day’s funding to BC Forestry.

You didn’t run yesterday, therefor didn’t shower, therefor your hair is as flat as kate moss’ backside. Except for that one piece that dares to defy gravity. (Or if you’re me, every piece that decides to defy gravity in a different direction)

You know that it’s Tuesday, and you have none of the false optimism you mustered together to wake up Monday morning, and all of the pessimism that brewed by Monday afternoon.

You also remembered that your favourite pants, the ones you wear on crummy days because at least if your day is crummy you’ll be wearing nice pants, yeah those ones, are still in the washer because you were naive enough to think that you would have woken up half an hour ago to start the dryer.

You know those days.  If one person so much as takes your parking spot, it’s over. Full-on, in-vehicle, snotty, blotchy, teary-eyed melt-down.

Oatmeal orange cranberry cookies

The kind of day where you wouldn’t want someone to give you a tray of cookies, only to tell you that eating more than one of said cookies may hinder your ability to fit into aforementioned pants.

Fear not readers.

oatmeal orange cookies

These cookies are kind.  They are the kind of cookie that coaxes you upstairs, ignores your unsightly bed-head, and lets you know that it’s going to be a good day.

Of course it’s a good day.

You’re eating cookies for breakfast. Good-for-you types of cookies. Soft, yummy, slightly citrusy types of cookies.

Citrus Oatmeal Spelt Cookies

(Adapted from Anja’s Food for Thought)

3/4 cups spelt flour (or whole wheat, whatevs)
3/4 cup rolled oats (quick-cooking)
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon baking soda
1/3 cup butter, softened
1/3 cup agave syrup (or maple or honey!)
1 egg
zest of one orange
1 large mashed banana
1/4 cup of your favourite nuts, chopped
3/4 cup dried cranberries

Preheat Oven to 350 F

Mix dry ingredients (up to baking soda) in a bowl.  In another bowl, cream together the butter and agave, then beat in the egg, orange peel and mashed banana. Combine wet and dry.  The dough will be sticky, so I suggest using a tablespoon or small cookie scoop to drop cookies onto a lined (w/ parchment or non-stick sheet) baking sheet. Bake for 10-12 mins.  Makes about 20.

Update: The statements above no longer represent the current mood of the author, since the initial writing of this post the Yukon sun has exposed itself and cookies have been consumed.

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