Girl From Goat Pasture Road

  I am literally writing this blog between baking batches of Chocolate Chip Cookies. If I were not to bake these cookies at Christmastime, according to my nieces and nephews, the world might end. This cookie-baking is serious business and the most important ingredienr ingredient in them is love.

I have 8 minutes between batches, less time if you allow for putting them in and out of the pan, and even less time if I am baking 2 batches at a time in my crappy old oven that bakes hot on top and cool near the bottom. Then it’s about 7.5 minutes for the top and 9 for the bottom. It’s Christmas Eve and baking is what I do. It’s what I love and what I give.

I’ll tell you in advance, this blog is not going to be perfect. There will be type-os and I’m just goimg to leave whatever comes out as it is. This is my day today and I’m just going to do the best I can and let you see that, without glossing this ll over like a Christmas Card.

Oh shit, I just baked a single pan on the top rack and it got too brown.

I mixed all my batter last night before falling into bed around midnight. There are 3 batches of chocolate chip cookies with nuts and 3 batches wiyhout without, all in my fridge awaking waiting to be baked.  . I made a double recipe of my Glazed Almond Cookies which are beautiful and delicious but a pain in the ass to make because they have to be iced and decorated. The chocolate chips cookies are production cookies for me at this time and my countertops already look like a bakery.

Ok so that’s all the ones with nuts, now I’m on to the nutless ones, ppreferred by I think Melissa and most of the little kids…

So I’ll confess, there are a few things bothering me today. One is that my old dog Robbie is 15 and has arthritis and the beginning of dementia .He also had something akin to a stroke about a month ago and has an upset stomach off and on… I thought due to medication  He barks and wants in. He barks and wants out. I took him to my friend Corinne yesterday to groom him. He had the butt cooties… so much poop around his but hole he has something like diaper rash. Maybe that’s why he’s barking. I need to get some Vaseline for his butt. That’s what I put on my own butt when it itches.

Shit, I baked another batch on the top rack and it’s too brown. Let me turn the oven down a bit…

So

oopds there goes the timer.

False alarm, it was for the cookies I just took out of the oven that were about to burn before the times timer went off. Ribbie Robbie is barking again but let me get this out… It has rained here like cats and dogs and we have a leak in our kitchen. We called the guy about fixing the roof, he’s going to have to put something called an ice guard where two sections of roof of meet. We’ve had enough rain to float an arl ark right out of here and water is dripping through my chandelier into a bowl a large bowl on the kitchen table. I can hear the drip-drip over the holiday music and even Robbie’s whining. It’s a bit annoying.

I’m back… I accidently turned the oven off when I was adjusting the temperature I guess…Now I am starting to bake the nutless cookies. These are not my favorite; they are a bit like vanilla and I’m a rocky road kind of girl. But that’s ok. I love you Melissa, I really do. And your kids. But you should really encourahe encourage them to eat nuts…

Let me let Robbie out again…

The rug in the den is filthy where the dogs have tramped wet mud abd and dirt in during this monsoon. So the other thing that is bothering me is the heaps. There are heaps of food in my refrigerator; it’s so tight I cannot fit anything in it. Perry has a cold and the trash is not being emptied often enough. There are boxes and wrapping…

Timer

No, that was beep for the temperature change… dog is whining again…

Had to et him in Had to let him in

As I was saying, there are boxes and wrapping paper piled up on the trash can. The floor around the leak is heaped with towels because it is also dripping off the little Christmas bows I had tied on the arms of the chandelier before the leak started. The kitchen table is heaped with the giant bowl, towels and placemats acting as towels, the Sunday paper and assi assorted items that just need to be away. We’re drowning in here and I am not sure if it’s from the leaks or the heaps.

And then yesterday, we received some very disturbing news. A family member

Dan Damn… the timer afgain again.

Not done yet. I’m going to have to cook them longer I guess since the oven cooled off. So anyway, disturbing news that a family member just received some bad news on Tuesday. Carcinoma of the prostate. Less than 1% of the prostate cancers in the world are this type. It’s small cell and it spreads, I guess the word is metastasizes (I hope I don’t have to get used to that word) . So we find out next week where we go from here. I’m in shock. I’m sad. But all I really know to do is to keep baking these cookiws. cookies.

Timer again…dog is barking. Let me give him a bone, even though it will probably give him diarreah again. He has a sensitive tummy.

I gave him two for good measure.

PS I just saw a misspelled diarreah diareah diarrhea