Cadbury Egg Chocolate Chip Cookies
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Chocolate Truffle Cookies [gluten free]
Ahem. “Sometimes the one who is running from the Life/Death/Life nature insists on thinking of love as a boon only. Yet love in its fullest form is a series of deaths and rebirths. We let go of one phase, one aspect of love, and enter another. Passion dies and is brought back. Pain is chased…
Cocoa-Clementine Sandwich Cookies
Melt. And release. A ball of clementine dough. Rolled atop parchment, it meets heat and spreads into what is next. It becomes, and we start to see the rest as contrast -tightening so that we know what it might be like to let go- because maybe the intent and the impact can be irrelevant, even…
Monster Cookies
Apparently A monster can be defined as, “an imaginary creature that is typically large, ugly, and frightening.” (Google) Except. We do not imagine them. They are not monumentally creatures. They are not always large and ugly. They are the things we do not want to face. This is why we are afraid. Apparently these cookies…
Sea Salt + Walnut + Caramel Chip Cookies
There’s a word we all say weird. Or, rather, we do not say it in unison. “cahr-muhl.” “cär-uh-mehl.” or, as my mother calls it, “cär-uh-muhl.” This is fine. We do not have to be doing everything at the same time. I recently admitted to myself that I am very tired, and it was big [the…
Mint Matcha Macadamia Hello Dollies
How to try and mend a heart (part two). I don’t know. There are no answers. It’s going to pump blood and ache or not ache or not ache and then ache again and then not ache for as long as it wants to. For as long as it can. For as long as it’s…
Turmeric Poppyseed Cookies with Marshmallow Glaze
I wrote something about my grandmother when I was a kid, about how one day I would be older and I wouldn’t be able to talk to her, maybe. I wrote it in the third person. She read it back then, and she pointed out to me that she knew it was for her. I…
