DIY Kitchen: paleo cookie dough
1. Sing out: dinner’s ready! Wonder how it is that Rose was needlingly hungry for past hour though now is overtaken by singular need to shove stiff, angular limbs of Barbies into tiny garments. Sigh loudly and passive-aggressively.
2. Notice that everyone has a slightly different plate of food. Recall recent conversation between houseful of 7 kids, each stating the precise way they did and didn’t like eggs cooked, as opinionated as small congresspeople. Wonder if this is American phenomenon.
3. Watch how kids maintain place at the table with one butt cheek in chair, knees up and down like knobby accordions, feet searching for land. Breathe deeply. Try to focus on taste sensation of elk sausage, roasted every vegetable.
4. Try for-real to listen to Col’s explanation of how jet engines are like…what is he talking about? Batteries? Solar powered commuter planes? Wonder if he’s actual genius or totally off his rocker.
5. Feel wave of gratitude towards Dan who says gently to Rose, “I really want to hear what you have to say, but right now I’m listening to your brother. One way to know you’ll get my full attention is to see how I’m giving that to Col when he speaks.” Also, feel wave of self-congratulations, certain Dan’s learned kind, patient style from me.
6. Wonder how dinners will be when kids have left home. Feel slight longing followed by terror.
7. Slice up avocados for all, except Col, who would rather eat liver and mushrooms, who actually likes liver and mushrooms. Wonder what will happen if the global marketplace breaks down and we can no longer purchase $1 avocados.
8. Check clock. One hour until bedtime. Feel relief, then guilt about relief. Relief wins, even as I know that a powerful wave of nostalgia/guilt/love/longing/satisfaction about raising kids will hit once they’re sleeping.
9. Feel just the tiniest bit still hungry.
10. Assemble ingredients for paleo cookie dough, wondering if it would still taste good if I remembered what a brownie tasted like.
10. Sit back at table. Spoon cookie dough into mouth. Feel Rose’s feet in lap. Col still monologuing about jet engines. Notice how bright his eyes are. Decide that passion trumps accuracy, at least when you’re nine. Feel benevolent and grateful for these people, this life.
Paleo Cookie Dough
(disclosure: I’ve never actually followed a recipe with this cookie dough and it’s always perfect).
1/3 cup shredded unsweetened coconut
1 1/2 TBSP sunflower seed butter (or any nut butter)
1 TBSP coconut oil (room temp – softened)
sprinkle of salt
small handful of raisins (or dried cranberries, or go crazy and add chocolate chips)
plenty of imagination
This is not to be baked. Mix and eat with a spoon.
I actually need someone to make this and report back on whether I am kitchen genius or off my rocker.