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Cookie Recipe, Finding Time to Blog, Giving, Kahlil Gibran, Quality Time, School Holidays, Spring Break, Yummy Mummy!
So Monday morning and I’m all geared up for an insightful blog post on my last three months’ experience of using Twitter. I’ve taken the photos of my chickens which I want to include (you’ll see why in my next post – it’s a tenuous link) but have only forgotten one salient fact. I promised my daughter we’d make cookies today! Quicker than I could type in ‘wordpress’ she was there on my shoulder to remind me in her own ladylike and inimitable way. She really takes after her grandma. So, here’s how productive my Monday morning was:
Simple but yummy!
My thanks to the charming Melissa at The Glen House whose Chocolate Chip Cookie recipe was the inspiration. I’m too mean to shell out the extortionate price of a bag of chocolate chips in Ras Al Khaimah, so we went with a Smartie plonked in the middle of each one instead – great fun for a 5 year-old on her school holidays.
It was fun for me too and I was reminded of this beautiful message from Kahlil Gibran’s ‘The Prophet’:
You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.
I’m not sorry that I didn’t bribe my child with a DVD so that I could write the longer blog post I wanted to – it can wait. I’m off to put the kettle on for a cup of Earl Grey to enjoy with one of those cookies.
I don’t think I could live anywhere that chocolate chips were a luxury item: too many of my methods for coping with stress are chocolate chip related!
Your cookies look lovely regardless and, really, a pinch of unexpected sugar on a Monday morning can sweeten a whole week sometimes, can’t it?
Yes indeed! We’ll probably experiment with those cookies – raisins would be good too, I think – now we get some lovely, huge, golden ones here.
So wise to prefer homebaked cookies to a dvd…it’ll remain much longer in your child’s memory as a part of a wonderful childhood!
Insha’Allah as we say here – I certainly hope so! She had 2 friends visit this afternoon and was delighted to offer them one of her homemade cookies (only one each note!)
Oh how lovely, I’m delighted the little lady wanted to make them. I’ll have bags of chocolate chips waiting for you when you come over in the summer. xx
Gee thanks, Melissa! Yes, she loves the mixing and whisking and the taking out of the oven parts of baking. No stamina in the elbow though for creaming that butter and sugar! 🙂
Ha ha, that makes two of us!!
I think I can smell them from here… 😊
You’d better be quick – there are only 6 left and it’s nearly morning tea break time here!
Your daughter won’t retain jewel like memories of watching DVDs but she will of baking cookies, chocolate chips or no 🙂
Thanks, Ella. I hope I’m encouraging some good habits with regard to activity in the kitchen. Sometimes it’s a challenge, but she sees me cook something from scratch every day, even if it’s just an omelette or French toast.
Those biccies look delicious, any left?
And you’ve obviously mastered the technique of foreshadowing, keeping your followers on our toes waiting for the next instalment. Look forward to reading your thoughts on twitter and intrigued to see how you managed to combine it with the chicks. The tweeting noise perhaps?
I’ve saved you one, Anne – no worries! The chick link relates to my Twitter avatar, the cute little yellow chick, but oh how she’s grown in the days since I gave in to the tweeting craze. So, really, it’s just an excuse to post some up-to-date pics of my babies and examine my own ‘growth’ as a Twitter user. There’ll be some questions raised which I’m sure you can answer. 🙂 Loving Twitter BTW.
There’s something really special about having your children help with baking. I don’t do it as often as I should. 🙂 Yours look great! I like the quote you included – so true!
Thank you, Lynda. Yes, that quote is a guilt inducer. I don’t know about you, but since I became a mother, I’m suddenly aware of knowing exactly when I haven’t given enough of myself! I find the accusing look in my child’s eyes, far more damning than the worst terrible tantrum. :-0