Cookie Exchange

We have a cookie exchange at work every year, and every year I try out something new. Not sure why, obsession I guess. I’ve got lots of good recipes that I know come out just right and taste great, but I have to try something new.  So I found a recipe in a book at the store and of course came home to find it online. Although I did cheat, and use the camera phone to take pictures. Hate buying a book for 1 recipe. But then, I got to thinking, I wonder if I made a few changes, how would that come out. Of course I looked online to find something comparable, combined the two recipes, looked for another that used banana in it, worked that one in. Then went for it. Here’s the adventure.

Part I: I made a double batch, so I’d be sure and have enough to experiment with a bit, and plenty for the cookie exchange. The mixing was pretty straight forward except for some changes with flour. Knowing about the consistency I wanted, I added enough flour to get there. Then came the baking. First batch I used way too much dough. These cookies do expand when you’re cooking so leave room! Consistency is more like banana bread in a smaller size, not quite what I expected, added more flour, still the same. Decided to go with that, the flavor was great. Very banana-y. Still have to frost them to see what I get from that. Oh yeah, baby loves them. She kept trying to get me to give her more!
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Cold Feet, Warm Tortillas

Gran’s place always somehow seemed magical. From the circle of flowers to the faded yellow porch with the maca to rock on. I know now that it was an old, worn-down house, on an old-run down farm. Now it’s condos and tract homes. But I still remember where my tree house stood, where the lamb’s pen and the tire swing were. I still remember cold feet in the mornings and the taste of warm tortillas.

No two rooms were done the same, any carpet was threadbare; the linoleum old and worn, wood floors painted bright aqua, thick in spots where previous paint wasn’t sanded off. Gran kept her slippers beside her bed and never put her bare feet on the floor, but I was young. Old enough to do what I wanted, young enough to not care about the cold.
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