Newsies-the Disney movie that everyone forgot about

Because my mom is still sick, I’ve been pretty much running the show over here. My dad has stayed at home the past few days, which has really helped, but you can only do so much laundry for so long before it starts seriously affecting you. It’s invading my dreams and I’m having nightmares about clothes. And $7000 dinners. But that part might just be from me being weird.

Today’s been especially hard. I’ve kind of been in a fog all day and it’s pretty hard to do several loads of dishes when 1) they’re annoying in the first place and 2) I keep zoning out. But somehow I made it through the day. Barely. The only thing that kept my spirits up was when I plugged in my ipod and remembered I had changed its name to The Titanic, so when it transferred songs it said it was syncing the Titanic :) Get it? Syncing? Sinking? And yes, I came up with that all by myself. I was impressed with how clever I was until I googled it and realized I wasn’t the first person to think of it…But now I’m going to watch Newsies. What is this movie you ask? Um, hello, only the most amazing movie. Ever. On the planet. It’s one of the few movies I can watch constantly (I’ve easily watched it 40+ times by now) and never get sick of. You probably haven’t heard about it because it was nominated for 5 Razzie awards (Razzies are like the Oscars, but they’re for stupid movies…) and it had budget of $15 million, but only made $2 million in theaters. It’s also the movie that made Christian Bale hate singing. Pretty horrible. But it’s an amazing movie, trust me. And it’s a musical, which makes it that much more amazing.

I hope your Friday was a little more fun than mine was. Anyone have any exciting or lame plans for the weekend/Father’s Day?

May I have the definition of “heaping spoonful”, please?

Nothing’s better than making cookies on a Sunday morning. Ok, I lied. I can think of a lot of things that are better. Like my new purple converse hightops. Although apparently I destroyed them with the black and white laces, according to my mom. But I like the laces, don’t you? Just say yes and we can move on. Or like my new batman shirt. I got the shirt a few days ago when I went shopping with my friend Muriel. Yes, I know someone named Muriel. That also might be more awesome than cookies…hmm…But aside from superhero shirts, cool shoes and girls with interesting names, Sunday morning cookies are pretty darn amazing. I was in the mood for oatmeal cookies and after much elaboration between the different variations of said Oatmeal Cookies found on the website, I decided upon the Chewy Chocolate Chip Oatmeal Cookies. Nah, I’m joking. It was the first recipe I found. I quickly scanned through it to make sure there was butter, sugar, oats and chocolate chips and I was sold.

The only thing I don’t like about some recipes is how vague they are. I mean, I’m really not one to talk, since I don’t usually follow recipes like I should. But I like them to be as precise as possible so when I do stray away from the directions, I kind of know what I’m doing. So when you start throwing out words like “heaping spoonful” and “mix just until blended“, then you’ve lost me. Shockingly, I didn’t read through the recipe beforehand, so I didn’t realize the recipe included both of those horrible phrases. I really am not a very good cook, in case you haven’t noticed…

The cookies turned out well, luckily. The only thing that bothered me was the heaping spoonful part (can you tell?). The first batch I used a rather large heaping spoonful. When they took forever and a day to cook, I used a slightly smaller heaping spoonful. First batch cookie is on the right, second batch cookie is on the left.I feel like it’s that optical illusion with the lines.

Which cookie looks bigger, A or B? They’re both the same size! Well, at least they should have been.And then I kind of got a little crazy and added coconut to the third batch, for reasons still unknown to me. They actually might have been better than the other batches. I mean, if you like coconut they were good, and I’m pretty sure I’m the only one in my family who does. Guess I’ll have to eat all of them! Have I mentioned I gave up on my diet?

But anyway, if you want to make the cookies, here’s the recipe. Bake to your heart’s content. Or until you realize there’s something burning on the floor of your oven and the entire house smells like smoke, so you have to stop. I say this from personal experience like an hour ago. The bottle of Febreze and I have become very close.

Chewy Chocolate Chip Oatmeal Cookies

1 cup butter, softened
1 cup packed light brown sugar
1/2 cup white sugar
2 eggs
2 tsp. vanilla extract
1 3/4 cup flour
1 tsp. baking soda
1/2 tsp. salt (1 tsp. if you’re using unsalted butter)
3 cups oats (I used quick-cook, if that makes a difference. But I’m sure other types will work just as well. Wait, are there other types…???)
1 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips

1. Preheat oven to 335 degrees F (yes, 335. Not 325 or 350, 335. Trust me, I know what I’m talking about.)

2. In a large bowl, cream together butter, brown sugar and white sugar until smooth. Beat in the eggs, one at a time, then stir in vanilla. In a separate bowl, combine flour, baking soda and salt; add into butter mixture, mixing just until blended (I’m still annoyed about that part. So if I over mix it, is the world going to blow up?! It doesn’t say. And I’m bothered by it.). Mix in oats and chocolate chips. Cover bowl and refrigerate for 1/2 hour. (you can skip this part of you want to, but then you’re just being lazy.). Drop by heaping spoonfuls (no comment) onto ungreased baking sheet.

3. Bake for 12 minutes (not 11, not 13. 12. Again, trust me on this one.). Allow to cool for 5 minutes before transferring to wire rack.

4. Pretend you’re cookie monster and eat them. COOKIE! OM NOM NOM. Fine, you party pooper, you don’t have to. But you really should. It’s much more fun that way.

First rule of having a blog is, you don’t talk about having a blog

It’s funny how having a dog can sort of force you to be sociable. And by funny I mean slightly annoying. I was taking my dog for a walk this past weekend and I had totally spaced that my entire neighborhood was having a gigantic yard sale that day. So everyone was outside and I pretty much had to stop and talk to all of them. Since I’m the anti-social person that I am, I hadn’t talked to a few of them in a while (including my best friend from when I was little. Talk about awkward….). Of course, the first thing all of them say is “So, what’s going on in your life?” I’d love to say “Well, I have a pretty awesome cooking blog and get sometimes hundreds of different people looking at it each day and I have 11 subscribers (my own mother isn’t even subscribed…) and yesterday someone from 4,000 miles away in Finland found my blog by googling ‘Pretend I’m a cow and save me’!” But how do I say that without sounding like a total weirdo? Well, more of a weirdo than I already am. So I went with the super interesting response, “eh, not much.” And they said “Wow, you’re boring”. Ok they didn’t, but I could tell they were thinking it.

For my lovely readers that do have a blog, how do you talk about it? Or do you? And for those of you who don’t have a blog…um…do you have any plans for summer? Or winter, if you live in the Southern Hemisphere like the person from South Africa who found my blog by googling gold piranhas. Hmm…I’ll stop now…

Since my mom still hasn’t been feeling great, some of her lovely friends have been bringing us dinners. Which means I’m cooking even less than I already was. Which is hard to do, since I wasn’t cooking before and now I’m cooking less than nothing. So there’s really not much to blog about. I might put up a post about the super awesome 1960’s dress I made, WITH MY BARE HANDS. Oh yeah. Super awesome. Or I might not. I’m not sure how to write about it without boring people to tears. But once my mom’s better I’ll get back into cooking because, my gosh, I’m bored :/ <—that’s my bored face, in case you couldn’t tell.