cookies

Dear Christmas, I’m getting excited to see you again. What’s it been? A year? I thought I saw you in the grocery store around Halloween, but then I thought, “no way. Christmas wouldn’t show up before Halloween has a chance to do whatever the heck it does.”  What does Halloween do? I’m guessing they don’t…

I have a friend. Her name is Pussycat. I’m Owl, and she’s Pussycat. You know, like the Edward Lear poem. The one about the owl that falls in love with a cat? They went to sea in a beautiful pea green boat? Read a book for cripes’ sake. Anyhoo, I met Pussycat when we were…

I know what you’re thinking: those are whoopie pies. But you’d be wrong. Here at the Cat Farm, we call ’em yippie cakes. Because that’s how 2.0 likes it. And I accommodate this request. Mostly because he made up the name himself, and has called them yippie cakes since he was a kid. And I…

Ah, the chocolate chip cookie. A standard in many a person’s repertoire, yet the perfect specimen is so elusive. It makes it necessary to try many, many recipes. I have a recipe waiting in the wings – one that 2.0’s mother gave me – but I didn’t have all of the ingredients when I was…

Sometimes, when you’re feeling a little stressed and/or sluggish, a good tea cookie is what’s needed to put things right. Or gin… but tea and lady-like cookies are a far more socially acceptable and work-friendly solution. I have a to-do list that is currently out of control, which might explain the constant state of headache…

Do you like almonds? Yah, you do. Who doesn’t like almonds? And who doesn’t like a good almond cookie? If you tell me you don’t like almond cookies I’ll have to hit you hard in the face. Chewy almond goodness. These little babies are one of my favourite holiday cookies. Yah, you could make them…

What? You don’t feel so good? You’ve got the sniffles? Your kid just got arrested? I’ve got just the thing. Cookies. Chocolate chip cookies. The first time I made these cookies, I had planned to take them to an elderly neighbour who had slipped and fallen in her home, breaking three bones. As I stood…