Remember yesterday’s post about my name? Well, here’s how I pronounce it!
Normally I look like movie star, this is just one of those unflattering “Stars Just Like Us” shots you see in tabloids.
Sometimes, you gotta unload.
Just warning you.
I really would like a parent right now. I know, I’m an adult. I can vote and kill someone in war. I can gamble and drink scotch. I can’t fix a flat tire, but I can cook a mean steak (or portobello steak for you vegetarians out there).
But lately, its been clear that even though I have done ok so far without a mom, I’m gonna need to start being ok without a dad.
For those new readers, my dad suffered a brain hemorrhage on the left side of his brain in late November. Its been sort of up and down since then, but I feel like lately, he’s not the dad he used to be.
I feel like I’m the dad. And I think more than ever, I really just want a parent. I’ve considered putting a craigslist ad, but I’m sure people will be bummed to find out the only way I can pay is through chocolate olive oil cookies (recipe at the bottom of the post).
My dad’s memory has been especially spotty lately. He sometimes forgets my name which is breaking my heart. I tried to drag him to the ER today, but he refused. No matter what ,he’ll still be his stubborn self. He’ll never ask for help and will go to great lengths to hide vulnerbility.
I feel helpless. I can only bring a horse to the river, but I can’t make him drink.
What is it with men not wanting to ask for directions or for help? Don’t get me wrong, I know plenty of women that are the same way. But I wish everyone would accept the help when offered or encouraged.
Maybe this is why I’m not warming up to the idea of me being a future parent. I don’t want to have this happen to someone else. I know I too am stubborn as hell (I mean, I am my dad’s daughter).
Wow, this post is making no sense and I have a feeling I will delete this tomorrow. I suppose I just really want a parent to tuck me in and tell me it will all be ok. Hell, I’ll even take being grounded if it means having a parent around.
So I’m putting an ad up:
Young chef seeks parent. Must be loving, caring, and know how to tuck someone properly in bed. Pedolphiles need not apply. Can only reimburse in cookies, albeit heavenly and addicting cookies.
What ad are you secretly wanting to put up?
1 2/3 cups all purpose or brown rice flour
1 cup sugar
1/3 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
1/2 tsp baking soda
3/4 cup extra virgin olive oil
1 tsp vanilla extract
3 ounces bittersweet chocolate
Sugar, for rolling
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees
1. Melt the chocolate in the microwave in 30 second intervals. Set aside and let cool until lukewarm. Sift together the flour, sugar, cocoa powder, and baking soda.
2. In a small bowl mix together the olive oil, eggs and vanilla extract Add this to the dry mixture. Add the melted chocolate and stir until the mixture comes together into a uniform mass.
3. Using your hands, roll the dough into ball about 3/4 to 1 inch in diameter. Roll and cover completely in sugar, and place them 2 inches apart on the parchment lined baking sheets. Use your palm to very gently flatten the cookies a bit, as they don’t spread much. Bake the cookies until lightly browned, about 20-25 minutes. Transfer to a wire rack and let cool completely.