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How My Daughter Finally Got Me To Make Cookies
The nerve!
Not to sugarcoat things, but I hate cooking! It’s boring. It’s tedious. It’s tiring. I have to read the instructions. The kitchen has to be semi-clean.
Washing my hands over and over is a pain in the ass: crack an egg — wash your hands; take a writing break — wash your hands; get cookie dough all over your hands — wash your hands. The handwashing is relentless.
It’s a ding-dong-dang boring time, cooking is.
That’s why I tasked my 9-year-old daughter with making ALL my gluten-free oatmeal cookies over the last several months. She has been a good sport — until this week.
This week she said, “Mom, you make the cookies!”
“But, I don’t have the recipe.” I tried evading her.
“Yes you do — you texted it to me.”
“It’s buried now. Find it for me,” I sighed, defeated.
Grumbling with a cup of coffee in hand, I looked at the recipe. Wow — only 11 easy ingredients. Preheat the oven to 350 Fahrenheit. 22 minutes total time. I can spare 22 minutes. I could even multi-task and watch an episode of Parks and Rec!
Maybe I’d enjoy making these cookies. And, I could finally say I’ve cooked something for myself.
I got busy. I dumped oats, flour, baking soda, salt, brown sugar, coconut sugar, melted butter, egg, cinnamon, and vanilla into the bowl and mixed it all together.
Then I did what my daughter does — added random stuff: coconut shreds, ground flaxseed, white chocolate chips, and cashews. I made the dough into cookie-shaped dough balls.
Did I mention I don’t like to cook? Thank goodness this was a short recipe. The dough stuck to my hands. I do not like that feeling. Eeeeewwwww! I got 6 big cookies on the parchment-lined cookie sheet and baked at 350 for 10 minutes.
When I checked them…they seemed a little raw. My daughter said, “Smash them down, Mom.” I got a fork, smashed them down, and cooked for 2 more minutes.
After letting them cool, I sampled one.
I closed my eyes, the sweetness hitting my taste buds in a rush of comfort. This. This must be why people cook.
It was the darndest thing — they tasted good. Really good.
My daughter says now that she knows I can make cookies, she is done making them for me. Finite! The End. That’s it, Mom!
Cook your own darn cookies!
And, I will. They’re easy. And, I’m worth it.
Recipe adapted from: Oatmeal Scotchies (Gluten-Free)
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