Okay, so I’m the definition of a sloth today.
It’s summertime in Florida aka 95 degrees outside. Ask me if there’s anything I want to do less than run.
I’m baking instead.
…I don’t believe in recipes. I’d rather expiriment and just do what I think will taste the best. I find good recipes, then I throw stuff in and leave stuff out accordingly.
That’s probably why my roommates usually refuse to try anything I make. Their loss, cause these cookies are awesome.
I bought carob chips at Whole Foods the other day and have been trying to figure out something to make with them. This was a good choice.
So here’s what’s in them:
Fat free greek yogurt
Pinch of salt
Pinch of baking powder
I mixed equal parts of the flour and yogurt (probz about 2 tablespoons) with all the other ingredients except for the almond milk. Then i poured the milk in one splash at a time until the dough got to the consistency I wanted, and that was it.
Set the oven to 350, spooned it out into balls on a cookie sheet and I was good to go. Left it in for like 10 minutes or something. til the edges were brown.
There are a couple reasons I hate recipes. One – I feel like they are so limiting. What if I wanted to throw some pecans in there too? or some banana and cinnamon? I’m not going to try and stop someone from making variations with what they like.
The other reason is that I’m just too damn lazy to measure stuff out. and then clean the dishes that accumulate from it. You know what I had to wash after this production? a bowl, a spoon, and a cookie sheet. That’s my kind of baking.
Also…I ate all of these. at one time. Oops.
Okay. First post. I’m new to the whole blogging thing but hopefully I’ll get the hang of it soon. I figure blogging is a good indicator of success in people. Or something.
I think the hardest part about making one is convincing myself that there are people out there who could actually care what I have to say, but whatever. Here goes.
I was boring my roommates yesterday about an article that I read on the Boston Marathon website announcing that they were going to be giving invitations to all the people who did not get to finish the race this year when one of them interrupted me (RUDE) with:
“Are you ever going to get sick of it?”
“Running. When you’re not running, you’re talking about it. Don’t you think you’re gonna just be over it one day?”
I feel bad for people who haven’t figured out what they are passionate about yet. I don’t want to be dramatic but running is the reason I get up in the morning. My mom told me once that a lack of passion is what gets people into trouble.
So it’s great i’ve figured out what I love to do, what my life revolves around. I guess that’s the first step to deciding what to do with your life, right?
I’ve got two months until I graduate with a degree in Sport Exercise Science. Two. Months. Ask me if I had any idea college was going to go by that fast. What comes next? Grad School? Everyone says to just keep going to school if you don’t know what to do with yourself. I guess that’s good advice… stay busy. Sounds pretty awful. I am ready to start a life and be a real person with a career. The problem is, all I really want to do is run and read articles about nutrition and integrative medicine (Thanks Robb Wolf and Chris Kresser, you are to blame for my Paleo obsession). How does that translate into a big girl job?
I’m just going to have to become famous for my unique writing style and incredible blogging skills.