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Chewy Oatmeal Cookies

I so often dislike things that are similar or practically identical to things that I love. A few examples, my friends:

I dislike lipstick but love lip stain. (This one has grown on me.)

I dislike filing my nails (it feels weird) but love painting my nails. (I’m wearing this color right now.)

I dislike red roses but love spray roses. (Evidence that I’m a girl.)

I dislike raisins. Like, loathe raisins (golden raisins are excluded). But I just LOVE currants.

They’re the same but different. Black currants are cuter, tastier, sweeter, and teeny-tiny compared to big ol’ raisins.

Chewy Oatmeal Cookies

Out of all the cookie genres—fat and tall, crispy and thin, round and meaty—chewy is my total favorite.

Chewy is cool! Chewy is chic! Chewy is the new black!

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This is the cookie version of a trust fall.

You know, those trust falls you supposedly did at summer camp with people you only knew for three days.

Why would I trust someone I barely know to catch me?! Whatever. Actually, I went to summer camp and never did trust falls. But movies tell me that’s what kids did during summer camp so I dunno…

I did, however, go to a tennis summer camp in the mountains of California and for some crazy reason we were allowed to drive jet skis by ourselves at age nine. Age nine!!!

Back to curry in cookies.

This cookie is cool and weird and spicy and sweet.

I get a lot of good inspiration and ideas from all of the ice cream I eat. A few months ago I had chocolate soft serve ice cream with coconut curried flakes (Instagram evidence: here) on top. The combination was unreal, interesting and when I thought about it, made total sense. Curry and coconut go together in a savory way so naturally. And chocolate is a no-brainer of a pairing with coconut, so putting them all together just works! I turned that weirdo ice cream combination into a delicious weirdo combination of a cookie.

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Today this post is all about saying sorry…to yourself.

Do you ever have those days when you’re just irritable? Of course you do. Yesterday, this happened. But instead of being irritated with others (like what would normally happen), I found myself all by myself with no one around, thus resulting in me just being irritated with myself.

I was annoyed that I almost backed my car into my landlord’s car. I was annoyed that I kept tripping over cords. I was annoyed that it was hot and yet I was determined to blow-dry my hair. And then I got annoyed with myself for sweating so much. I was annoyed with myself that I let my pile of laundry get sky-high. I was annoyed that I really wanted a hamburger but was too lazy to drive somewhere. And then I just got really annoyed for being annoyed. Like, shut up. Ew. Stop whining.

It was like I was 2 people but wasn’t. Like, one really annoying, bad mood person and one totally innocent person. The innocent person totally taking the brunt of my irritableness. Humans are complicated.

I finally forced myself to snap out of it. I decided to be super nice to myself. I painted my nails. I watched a movie. And then I gave myself some cookies. Being nice is way more fun.

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Wasn’t 4th of July kind of a weirdo this year? I mean, in the middle of the week? How awkward. No long weekend. No weekend getaways. I wonder if 4th of July feels a little weird about itself.

Or maybe it’s all sorts of proud that it gave people an awesome little mid-week break. Who knows! I spent the good part of the morning in my pjs putting brown butter and blueberries in cookies so, for me, it was kind of perfect.

I’ve now realized that brown butter very rarely doesn’t have a place in edible things. It never fails at making things better. Never. I think we should talk about these cookies. I love them…a lot.

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Whoa. I miss cable. Like, a lot. Remember a few weeks ago I was all brave cancelled my cable? Well, I miss it. Sure, I mean, I get my Mad Men fix and I watch Game of Thrones (totally illegally) ever week. But the real question–which I’m too ashamed to google to find out myself–is…how is Bethenny? What’s up with her and Jason? Are they okay? Also, Shahs of Sunset…is it awful in a good way or just straight up unbearable?

Last weekend I was at the bar and a friend made a Shahs of Sunset joke and it completely went over my head. Everyone laughed except me! I felt left out, guys. On the flip side, being sans cable has me reading books out of desperation, so that’s cool I guess, if you’re into that sort of thing.

I just finished Gabrielle Hamilton’s book, Blood, Bones and Butter, and whoa. Phew. If you’re looking for a new read, look no further–this is it. The writing is so beautiful, her journey so awesome and untraditional, and her whole perspective on food and cooking is really interesting. It’s lovely stuff.

Let’s talk about these fine looking cookies. They’re bright, spongy in texture (this is good!) and so refreshing. Have you ever had a refreshing cookie? Well…here ya go. The recipe, a random rant from moi, along with step-by-step photos are over on The Tasty Kitchen blog. GO!

And then come back here to tell me how Bethenny is doing. Okay?!

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We all love Larry David, right? I’m just going to speak for everyone, and say yes, yes we all love Larry David. Now, have you seen his recent parking lot fiasco? He’s confused by the parking lot ticket machine, people are honking, someone has to get out of their car to assist him–the whole thing is just incredible. It made me recall my very own, real life Larry David encounter, and omg did it not disappoint. It was Curb Your Enthusaism in real life. IRL!!!

STORY TIIIIIME!

A few Christmases ago, I was on a flight from LA to Miami. I got off the ridiculously packed flight, headed down to baggage claim and waited–along with the rest of the gajillion people that were on my flight. We waited, and waited, and waited some more. We waited so long that my dad got sick of driving around in circles and finally parked the car to join me in this epically long wait. As we were all learning this horrible lesson in patience, I looked up and noticed this really tall man with bushy grey hair, a wrinkled blazer, faded jeans and a worn baseball cap standing directly in front of me. It was Larry David. And he was looking around looking really, really confused.

A small latin man approached him and told him in broken English that he was his driver. Larry nodded. The driver motioned for him to go to wait in the car. And Larry, in his famous awkward disposition, was like, “Ok, ok, well you’re gonna get my luggage then?” The driver nodded.

Larry wasn’t done. He continued, “Ok, ok, well it’s gonna be the black suitcase. But they’re all gonna be black, so you have to check the tag. It’ll be the black one. Make sure you check the tag.” The driver nodded, obviously having done this a million times. Larry left…only to return, I’m not kidding you, like a minute later. He asked, “Which one is your car? The black one? Which black one?” The driver proceeded to tell him which black car was his. Larry left. Again.

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Uhhh…I might be a lil’ addicted to Instagram. It’s like instant blogging. It’s impulsive, nosy (hello instagram stalking!) and my current fav way to procrastinate.

I’m convinced that most of these various social networking sites were invented to give us something to do while we collectively wait in line at the post office. Let’s NOT talk to the person standing next to us…no, that’d be scary. But comment on a strangers’s picture of their cute newborn/new shoes/lunch/dessert? Meh…perfectly normal.

I like our lives now. Technology has made our lives weird and awesome. I’m into it. This post is brought to you by my Instagram addiction. I peeped a picture from Suann of a salty oatmeal cookie (from Teaism in Washington D.C.). I was intrigued. Salty Oatmeal Cookie? Ummm…I like salt. And oatmeal…and cookies.

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Let’s talk my favorite holiday subject: presents!!

Look, I know I’m supposed to act all adult-like and humble and and be like, “Me? Nah…I don’t need a present. Don’t get me a present. I have everything I need…”

But can we be honest? I love presents. And sure I do have most things I need, but I still have wants. Duh.

I like that someone got in their car, went somewhere, picked something out just for me. I like that someone wrapped something, put a bow on it…just for me. Presents–when thoughtful–feel warm and sweet, and are just plain awesome.

If someone baked me something, put it in a glass jar, learned how to make a pom-pom (just for me!) and gave it to me…swoon. Seriously, can we get friend married?

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Real talk. Are you ready?

On Friday…(the one that just passed) I was a huge brat. I woke up extra early to show the day who’s who and by noon I had four failed recipes. Every bowl I owned was in the sink. Flour was all over the floor. There was melted butter in my bangs. Soo…to no surprise, I had major attitude. Like major. So I was like, Cool, I’m gonna sit outside eat two tacos, have an iced tea and I’ll feel better.

Didn’t work. Came home…still had an attitude.

I decided to sit in my mess of a kitchen and open up a new book that just arrived: Christina Tosi’s, Momofuku Milk Bar. Right after the introduction there is a section…and it’s called ‘Real Talk.’

Her Real Talk? Stop complaining. Keep your cool. Baking with no AC totally sweating? Shut up. No really…just shut up. Your mixer broke and you have 100 pounds of cookie dough to mix? Woman-up…roll up your sleeves…time to get busy.

Her hardbody, total attitude of pep talk is what I needed. Sometimes all of us need someone to set us straight. Christina did it. Girl crush? Totally.

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I have getting older plans. Not just older like, fifty-five…but like older older. You know…

And I’ve decided that when I’m that age, I’m gonna have a group of old lady friends..and we’re gonna be ladies who lunch. On the regular.

We’re gonna get dressed up, wear brooches on our tops, curl our hairs all nice, go to lunch, gossip and laugh a lot…and probably get really drunk. Because I mean, why not…we’re gonna die soon.

I got this idea when I met my future-older-self in the elevator, at a museum, this past weekend.

This older woman was with her group of girlfriends. They looked beautiful in pretty outfits. Their make-up was done perfectly. Their eyes were warm and their laughs were genuine.

They chatted to each other about what they had for lunch (cobb salad!) and who their favorite contemporary artists were. I smiled at them. I told them they looked nice. I totally had girl crushes on them.

And then one of the women turned to me and said something that I’ll never forget. She said, “Always dress for the elevator, honey. You never know who you’ll be stuck in one with.”

Lady wisdom. I dig it.

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