Damn it.
I told you this was going to happen. And now that it has, I’m all broken up about it. It doesn’t help that I had a really crappy yesterday afternoon. Really crappy.
To make a long story short, my kids picked some tomatoes . . . . . .
and so I decided I’d make a Tomato Tart. …. ..
and it turned out like crap. And we had to eat Sonic burgers for dinner.
But that’s not what I’m here to talk about. I’m here to tell you about another crappy event that happened yesterday.
Apparently, the 4 year old is determined to grow up. She just won’t stop. And I really need her to, because as some point, I’m going to have to stop having babies. And I don’t think it’s really right to keep having them because the one’s I have want to eat and grow.
Just look.
She’s losing her damn teeth. (It makes me feel better if I curse. Damn. Damn. Damn.)
And Mr. Woo, was all “Okey Dokey, guess I’ll pull it.”
And I was all, “Are you sure you want to do that? Maybe we should ask the dentist. She’s only 4.”
And the four year old was all, “Yeah Daddy! Pull it! Pull it! I wanna see it bleed!!!”
And then that horrible, wonderful man pulled my baby into his arms, cradling her while hugging her tight, and yanked the mess out that tooth. Effectively making my baby into a big girl.
And she was so happy. And he was so happy. And Bella was so happy. And Shelbi was so happy. EVEN baby Phoebe was happy.
She wanted us to pull her teeth too. Not on your life, sister.
But I wasn’t happy at all. I was sad.
Mr. Woo mentioned something about the Tooth Fairy. But I told him to check himself because I was too busy hating his guts.
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Maybe that’s why I made the piece of crap Tomato Tart. Because internally I was loving and hating Mr. Woo at the same time that my body went into controlled seizures that forced me to make crap out of beautiful, perfect tomatoes.
I may need to alert the medical profession.
I may also alert them that since I had no dinner, and I instructed my husband NOT to purchase me a burger (I was woefully optimistic at the time) that I was FORCED to eat 3 Oatmeal Cookies with Walnuts and Dark Chocolate for dinner.
My beautiful 10 year old girl made them all by herself. She’s growing up too. And she’s such a great cook. And a beautiful person. And I love her. And now I’m crying. I think I’m going to eat some more cookies.
Oatmeal Cookies with Walnuts and Dark Chocolate Chips
Did I tell you that my baby made these ALL by herself? She did. Only she used white sugar, instead of the traditional brown sugar, and damn! they turned out good. This time I’m cursing to show my enthusiasm for said cookie. The white sugar doesn’t melt the same, so it made the cookie crunchy on the the outside and super duper chewy on the inside. The kind of cookie that reminds you that it’s silly to worry about anything. The kind of cookie that let’s you know, LIFE IS GOOD.
Ingredients:
2 sticks of butter, softened
2 cups granulated sugar
2 tsp. vanilla extract
2 large eggs
1 1/2 cups flour
1/2 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. salt
3 cups old-fashioned or quick cook oats, uncooked
1/2 cup (rounded) walnut pieces
1/2 cup (rounded) dark chocolate chips
Directions:
1. Preheat oven to 350.
2. In a large mixing bowl, beat together butter, sugar, and vanilla on medium speed until creamy. Add eggs, and continue to beat until light and fluffy.
3. Add flour, baking powder, and salt and continue to mix with blender.
4. Set blender aside and stir in oats, nuts and chocolate chips.
5. Drop by spoonfuls (about 2 rounded tbsp of dough) onto a lined cookie sheet.
6. Bake for 16-18 minutes, or until edges begin to turn golden brown, and the center of the cookies are slightly soft. Let cool for 5 minutes, and then place them on a wire rack to cool completely.
