The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog. Here it is in its unaltered format.
Here’s an excerpt:
A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 760 times in 2013. If it were a cable car, it would take about 13 trips to carry that many people.
3/4 c butter
1 c brown sugar
1/2 c granulated sugar
2 eggs
2 t vanilla
1 c flour
1/2 c ground flax
1/2 t baking soda
1 t salt
2 1/2 c rolled oats
1 c chocolate chips
Preheat the oven to 325 F.
Cream together the butter, brown sugar, and granulated sugar.
Add eggs and vanilla to the creamed mixture.
In another bowl, mix flour, ground flax, baking soda, salt and rolled oats.
Blend together the dry and cream mixture. Add chocolate chips and mix well.
Using a tablespoon, scoop batter separated about 2 inches apart on a cookie sheet. Bake for 12 to 15 minutes or until golden brown around edges.
If you are like me, the 325 F oven provides lots of forgiveness to forget the last cookies in the oven, start a blog post, and then remember the cookies without having burnt them. However, Grandma Siggie and I agree that only cowards cook on low.
Recipe adapted from Ellie’s Whole Grains.
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One Year in Coal Harbor by Polly Horvath
While the cover art for One Year in Coal Harbor far surpasses that on Everything on a Waffle, I liked the later more. I’m not sure if it was the book or my mood, so if you enjoy Waffle, give Coal Harbor a whirl. Here is a favorite passage of mine.
“You can’t replace one dog with another any more than you can replace one person with another, but that’s not to say you shouldn’t get more dogs and people in your life. Even though no one you love is replaceable, you need a dog for the dog place in the heart, I decided, and a child for the child place, if you have a child place in your heart, not everyone does, or a dog place, either, I guess. I’ve known people who have a ferret place, to which I can only say I am thankful I was not born with one of those.”
Everything on a Waffle by Polly Horvath
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