Salty Pretzel Brownie Cookies


notes on nostalgia:

longing for the flavor of Past

(becoming that for a moment)

round table against a wooden wall + birds chirping at the feed across the way

-lively chatter before snack time-

and so, it exists [in the present] experience

frames set to the color:

w i s t f u l


pretzels crunch-ed and the oven poofs cocoa air

[vanilla, imitated + brownies as cookies]

because maybe you don’t need to go back because maybe all you need to see is that you know how to find it now when it arrives in its new form

One Year: Turmeric Poppyseed Cookies with Marshmallow Glaze
Two Years: Berry Goat Cheese Shortcake Ice Cream Sandwiches
Three Years: Mango, Black Bean, and Avocado Salsa
Four Years: Peach Strawberry Lassi
Five Years: Raspberry Cream Cheese Breakfast Buns

Salty Pretzel Brownie Cookies
Makes one dozen cookies

6 tbsp unsalted butter
1 cup sugar
3/4 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
3/4 cup all-purpose flour
3/4 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
1/4 cup canola oil
2 tsp imitation vanilla
2 eggs
3/4 cup semisweet chocolate chips
1/2 cup chopped walnuts
1/2 cup pretzel pieces, roughly chopped
sea salt, for sprinkling

Preheat oven to 325 degrees Fahrenheit. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper. Melt the butter on low, then set aside to cool. In a large bowl, whisk together sugar, cocoa powder, flour, baking powder, and salt. Whisk in cooled butter and canola oil. Whisk in imitation vanilla and eggs, one at a time. Stir in chocolate chips and walnuts. Gently fold in pretzel pieces. Scoop the dough in heaping tablespoonfuls, rolling each into a ball. Space each about 2 inches apart from one another, as they will spread while baking. Sprinkle each cookie with sea salt, then bake for 8-10 minutes- rotating halfway through – until slightly undercooked in the middle. Let cool for two minutes on the baking sheet before transferring to a cooling rack to cool completely. Cookies will last up to three days if packed in an airtight container.

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Birthday Strawberry Pie Bars


if what you want and need

is pure and good,

do not hear the ones who say you should not have it.

already, there are so many expectations placed,

and happiness cannot be contingent on certain criteria

determined by those without your greatest good in mind.

no one else decides your capacity for fulfillment.

(or the level to which you can be loved, truly)

one more year around the sun, and it worked wonders // hello from the beach with my mama today //

the greatest gift is to have all this love in my life [see also: all those syrup-sweet, ripe-red, joyful-juicy strawberries in my pie bars]

happy days upon days upon days

The Summer Playlist 2018


I dream that I have found us both again,

With spring so many strangers’ lives away,

And we, so free,

Out walking by the sea,
With someone else’s paper words to say….


They took us at the gates of green return,
Too lost by then to stop, and ask them why-


Do children meet again?
Does any trace remain,
Along the superhighways of July?


Thomas Pynchon [Gravity’s Rainbow]-

Rosy Matcha Fizz


I forgot I made tea. I lost track of it.

(I dried all of the ingredients)

lemon, mint, rose

and it sat on the counter, unnoticed. For months.

Between rolls of the dice, I turned and recalled, “I’ve made my own tea before, you know.”

[splatter of numbers on the table] + he claps long-thumbed hands together, looks up. Oh yeah?

mmmhmm Yes! right.

(r e m e m b e r ing)

Blood Orange Cake


currently:

blushing blooming blossoming

blinking [eyes open] / hear that squish

magenta juice, coral flesh


making fragrant +

t u r n i n g pink

in some wayshapeform (or cake)

Chocolate Creme Fraiche Cake


Be velvet.

Be so

softsorichsolush

that anything other than love and kind and admiration just turns to space

[see: a bulbous spider consumes the trapped within its fibers
in an episode of This Is The Other Side]

Be sodamnfull

it transforms the rest to either nothingness,

or smooth sweet cloud cream fluff atop sugar and butter and flour all

for you.

Cacio e Pepe Polenta


What if we wonder, Does it come easily?

and not in the way that inaction might, or giving up, or remaining uninvolved

[because all of those may be the more complicated option at some point, depending on the circumstances]

Instead,

does it come easily?


as in,

Does it come out of you like breath, returning round the bend of an inhale? as in,

Does it come out of you naturally, as if you weren’t made for anything other than what you’re expressing? as in,

Does it envelop you wholly, enrapture you, lift your toes from the ground when it calls? And,

is it worth it
not to seek it
now that you know how to identify it
when it comes