It’s snowing! And snowing, and snowing, and snowing …
Here in the Pacific Northwest, three back-to-back snowy weather systems have made their way through the area, making everything pretty and pristine and quiet and white.
News reporters are stationed at the most notorious hilly roads in the region, capturing, they hope, sliding semis and out-of-control SUVs, and talking about ARCTIC BLAST 2012 and WINTER EXTREME!!! Snow coverage is always pretty entertaining around here; though this is one of those rare snowstorms that probably warrants it.
Meanwhile, we’re holed up inside with our almost-three-week-old, where we just discovered that the phrase “Thanks for last night, babe” takes on a whole new meaning when you’ve got a fussy baby and a helpful husband who stayed up with her through all the wee hours of the morning so this new mama could sleep a bit.
The dogs venture out now and then and frolic around. We think this is probably Daisy’s first snow, and she’s loving it.
I’ve been trying to whip up something at least somewhat creative in the kitchen most days. It makes me feel a little more like myself as I move into this “new norm” with this adorably sweet baby girl that’s now in my life. I love her supersoft, pudgy arms and her fuzzy little head and everything else about her. Her cry is getting a little less cute than it was at first, though. 😉
So yesterday, as she napped blessedly, I made cookies.
Okay, so Cowboy Cookies aren’t the most creative recipe in the world, but they’re dang delicious and really kind of fun to make. They’re like big chocolate chip cookies on steroids (the good kind, if there’s a good kind), beefed up with rolled oats, flaked coconut and a touch of cinnamon. Hearty and delicious.
These are the same I made a long while ago, when I catered a lunch for a volunteer crew. I baked extra-giant versions that I tucked into green gingham sacks for a grab-and-go dessert.
These bad boys would be perfect with a big mug of hot chocolate to fortify all of those little ones who are out there building snowmen, sledding and generally enjoying WINTER BLAST 2012 (exclamation points!!!) But equally perfect, I think, for those of us who are appreciating this particular snowstorm from the indoors only, for whatever reason.
My guy hasn’t given out many grunts lately (what’s up with that?!) but when pressed, he says he gives these somewhere between one and one and a half grunts. Not sure what a half a grunt sounds like, but I’ll take it. Any grunt is a good grunt. (He especially likes these frozen).