Some nights are just cookie nights.
Like you finish dinner and you just know you need to make cookies. This especially happens on nights when you have a ton of work to get done. Yes, those are the best nights to make cookies because we all know that making homemade cookies is just like hot yoga. So relaxing. And ovens are hot.
Okay, these cookies are like granola bars and cookies got smooshed together. I’m all about the super hearty cookies. Like ones you could pack up and go hiking with. Except I hate hiking. Does that make me a bad person? It’s not really a hate, it’s actually just a mild dislike. Kind of like my feelings towards asparagus (wait no, actually that’s a full-on hate). I’ve been known to make people climb down mountains because I was scared to walk over some ice that had a waterfall thing shooting out under it. I tell you it was terrifying. Goodness, I’m such a wimp.
I’m not into doing extreme things. For instance, I’ve never dyed my hair. I mean, come on. Live a little. Actually, one time when I was like 10-years old a neighborhood friend convinced me that some berries growing in a ditch were magical tribal berries. They so weren’t magical. And I got super sick. That was pretty extreme.
So moral of the story, I will make these for you and then you can go hiking for me and do other extreme things except not eat ‘magical tribal berries’. I’m sure there are hundreds of hiking-loving people out there. And I also imagine there are people out there who like scary movies. I love October, except for the whole every-other-TV-commercial-is-a-preview-for-some-creepy-psycho-terrifying-movie part.
The other night I was watching a YouTube video in bed and the ad that came on before the video was for one of those terrible movies and I totally ended up sleeping with my light on that night. Don’t the YouTube advertisement people realize that people are looking at their phones in bed at night and how terrifying such an ad would be to a young child (or a 23-year old)?! Gosh, I need a husband. At very least so I don’t have to sleep with a light on.
Speaking of husbands, I finally had a good dream about my wedding. One that wasn’t a nightmare involving rain, Houston traffic, losing my dress or missing the entire wedding. Those nightmares you have about sleeping through a test have nothing on wedding planning nightmares. Mainly because these wedding planning nightmares last for the entire wedding planning process. In my case that’s 11 months of nightmares. Geez.
But yes, I had a dream about the wedding where everything worked out. Which it will, or at least it won’t matter if it doesn’t.
I still haven’t decided on catering for the wedding. Which should have been done a while ago (so I’m told). But I saw this on instagram. How fun would it be to have people tossing pasta in giant wheels of cheese?
That’s right, it’d be way fun. Kinda like these cookies. They involve oats and almond butter and chocolate chips. ‘Nuff said.