Nostalgia
My brother and I used to fight over who got to lick the bowl clean after my mom was finished with the mixer. (Mine is yellow, just like the one to the left, and I L-U-R-V-E it. I tell H even if we ever move overseas and the electrics don’t work, I don’t care, I’m taking my mixer.) Anyway, one of us would get the bowl, the other the beater. Yum.
These days, of course, I’m a germophobe and freaked out by everything they say that is bad in eggs. So I don’t touch raw batter with a ten foot pole, much less let the Boo do so. And this makes me sad. Those after-baking moments were such fun! The batter is almost always better than the finished product!
Wanting to share these moments with the boy, I was thrilled when I stumbled on an eggless oatmeal cookie recipe. So since we were bored yesterday afternoon, and it was cold and windy (and maybe rainy, it rains so much any more I don’t hardly remember), we decided to make cookies.
Let me tell you, these cookies are GOOD! Knowing the proclivities of my hubby and child, we only added chocolate chips to these, but still. Yum yum. The best part? Licking the beater clean, of course!
Sadly, the Boo did not participate in this gross display of gluttony. He preferred eating the cookies. What can I say? Sometimes the boy has some civility :)