I'm a Thirty-something, single, midwest "girl" who loves to...cook & bake - organize, plan & coordinate - and spend time with family & friends. These are my thoughts, the things I enjoy {often the little things}, everyday stuff that happens, and the ways that God provides for, teaches and shows Himself in big and small ways to me! You will laugh {it is essential} & you will cry {oh...a good cry does a wonder of good for everyone} - sometimes both in the same post!!
When it comes to cookies I love everything about them! I love making them, the aroma that fills Villa de Megalicious as they bake, and of course I love eating them!! They are just little pieces of heaven here on earth! Cookies are so universal too - they are a nice treat to have by yourself and twice as nice to share, children love them and so do most adults! I can honestly say (in my deep voice)..."Yum, Yum, Yum - me love cookies!!" - can you tell that Cookie Monster was (okay still is) my favorite Sesame Street Puppet!
The recipe below is one of my (and so many others) favorites. They are very easy to make and the only time consuming part is waiting for them to cool - so you can put the filling on them and make the sandwich. They are great with tea - so I would assume they make a nice complement to a cup of coffee as well...I don't consume coffee, it stunts my growth!!!
Peanut Butter Sandwich Cookies
Cookie Dough: 1 cup butter-flavored shortening 1 cup creamy peanut butter 1 cup sugar 1 cup packed brown sugar 3 eggs 1 teaspoon vanilla extract 3 cups all-purpose flour 2 teaspoons baking soda 1/4 teaspoon salt
Filling: 1/2 cup creamy peanut butter 3 cups confectioners' sugar 1 teaspoon vanilla extract 5 to 6 tablespoons milk
Directions: In a large bowl, cream the shortening, peanut butter and sugars until light and fluffy. Add eggs, one at a time, beating well after each addition after each addition. Add vanilla. Combine the flour, baking soda and salt; add to creamed mixture and mix well.
Shape into 1-in. balls and place 2 in. apart on ungreased baking sheets. Flatten to 3/8-in. thickness with fork. Bake at 375* for 7-8 minutes or until golden. Remove to wire racks to cool.
For filling, in a large bowl, beat the peanut butter, confectioners' sugar, vanilla and enough milk to achieve spreading consistency. Spread on half of the cookies and top each with another cookie. Yield: 44 sandwich cookies.
(source: Taste of Home, Complete Guide to Baking)
Serve with an ice cold glass of milk, a cup of warm tea or steaming hot coffee - however you prefer the temperature of your drink, you will LOVE these cookies!
Until this past Thursday at Small Group, I had never heard of this show...it looks like a show I would enjoy, and I do plan to watch it on a Friday evening when I'm home just relaxing. When I heard about the show I did some research on it - and I found this clip...one that hit home to me. This week I had two experiences in my own life that are similar to this clip.
I commute to work via the public bus system in C-bus. My commute is about 35-40 minutes long and it is during the hours when 90% of the passengers are "business" people - just trying to get to their jobs downtown or home to their families in the evening. But on occasion - more so in the evening - you will see a different type of person than that of the majority. They usually smell of body odor, alcohol, dirt, marijuana or a combination of these and other unpleasant aromas - their skin is dirty, their clothes are covered in dirt, stained or soiled, their hair often is not brushed - one might also wonder how long it's been since it was washed. One would not get close enough to experience the smell of the passengers breath - but you can tell when they smile that their teeth are in need of attention as well. It's not pleasant or appealing. I will admit that there have been times when I have to look away at what my eyes are beholding. Times when I myself have been uncomfortable, solely because of their presence on the bus. I often sit in the seat nearest the window, using the seat next to me for my purse and bag (both of which I wrap my arm through for safety purposes). This makes it possible for me to have the entire bench (2 seats) to myself - not to be selfish or appear to be above others, but room on the bus is limited and it's nice to have my own space. Once I'm settled in I take out a book or my Bible to read or my Blackberry to scroll through/send e-mails, check Facebook, or listen to my selections on Pandora. I'm in my own world - occasionally looking around the bus in between stops. At each stop I discretely peek over the top of my book or move my focus to the front door. I evaluate the status of seating options and the number of people getting on - and if necessary I (inside) moaningly move my purse and bag to my lap to allow another person to sit next to me - praying they aren't "weird" or smelly, and that they won't be on the bus for long - again, I just like to have my own space. For the record - to date I've only had to share my seat twice!
Rewind to Thursday - I had a nice spot near the back of the bus. I like the back of the bus because I can see the majority of the people on the bus - and I'm OCD about being able to see everyone around me whether I'm on the bus, sitting at a table enjoying dinner with friends, or finding my spot in my ADG class...I just like to see those around me. Thursday beheld a beautiful morning in Cbus - it was the first in a while that wasn't extremely hot or had hints at the threat of rain. During my brief time of being a bus commuter - I've learned that these types of a conditions generally mean the bus will attract more people, and on those days usually the bus is pretty full. More people want to get out of their homes and experience the beautiful day - handle any errands they may need to accomplish. Thursday was no different. The bus stopped at EVERY stop - along my 10 mile journey. Each stop had no less than 3 people getting on - so the bus was filling quickly. Occasionally a passenger or two would get off, as others boarded - but that didn't seem to be the norm so much on Thursday...as it is most mornings. As the bus pulls away from each stop a pleasant female computerized voice says "Next stop ______ & _____, followed by _______ & _____." The bus arrived at Broad & Glenwood Avenue. Broad & Glenwood is located in a very low income, somewhat high crime area of town. I forgot to mention that my bus ride takes me through this area - I mean it's not uncommon that the closer you get to any downtown area of any major city the neighborhood around the downtown is similar to the area I'm referring to. In Cbus this particular area is referred to as "The Bottoms", as it sets at the bottom of a hill. Back to the bus stop! I did my quick glance - one passenger getting on, no one getting off - but still ample seating, especially towards the front - no need to move my belongings! The passenger got on - by this point I was back to my book - and she slowly walked down the aisle. Usually the bus is somewhat noisy - the female voice telling you of the upcoming stops, the ding of the "STOP REQUESTED" button - which also has the same female voice saying "STOP REQUESTED", the loud ventilation system, the usual roar of a diesel type engine and sometimes the sound of people talking or children laughing. But not at this moment - at the moment the lady was moving through the bus the sound of nothingness filled the bus and to make it even more awkward the bus wasn't moving. Often if the bus is running ahead of schedule the driver will wait for a couple of moments to get back on track, but that wasn't the case that morning - I'm not really sure what the delay was a result of. As she walked down the aisle - I could see that she was not a "business" person. She had long stringy hair that was matted in some places while others were just strands of stringy, oily hair that was all pulled into a ponytail - that appeared to have been slept on. She was dirty - her clothes were dirty and they didn't' fit. She was pulling something - very slowly down the aisle and you could tell by the sound that it was off balance - walking past the open seats in the front and middle of the bus. I soon realized she was coming to the back - with very limited seating. The closer she got to me - I heard God saying, "Megan - move your stuff." "No!" "Megan move your stuff - they will know you are a Christian by your love, and today love means moving your stuff." "Fine, but I'm not happy about this God." I moved my stuff, but went quickly back to the book - not making eye contact with anyone...especially the slow boarding passenger. She passed my seat - and there in the corner of my eye I saw a large black suitcase - bulging with stuff. Zippers unzipped, clothes hanging out. "What in the world?" The bus was moving again by this point and she found her spot on a long bench behind me, but still in my line of peripheral vision. She sat down and gave out a deep breath - the aroma from her body filled the air. She then started unpacking everything - putting it on the bench next to her. She gave out a deep sigh and then announced that she was "just trying to leave". "Leave what?" I wondered. By this point I had read the same line several times, and was trying to look out of the corner of my eye, but not stare. I then realized that with all she was pulling out - this black suitcase probably contains all that belongs to her. A suitcase the size of one I would use to take on a week's vacation - contained all that belonged to her. The humbleness brick hit me hard in the head - and soon I was fiighting back tears. She continued saying it over and over again "I'm just trying to leave." She wouldn't answer when someone asked what she was leaving - but the evidence of her need to re-pack and the discombobulate appearance indicates that whatever she was leaving, she was leaving in a hurry, and getting to that spot on the bus was helping her leave. She quickly re-packed everything neatly into the suitcase - and the bus had arrived at Broad & High...where I get off the 32 window coupe (as my Dad calls it!). I put my book in my bag, stood up, straightened my skirt, picked up my belongs and headed for the door. Leaving the "departing" woman sitting on the bus. But the image of her hasn't left my mind - since I left her behind.
The departing lady had little compared to most of us on that bus. She was poor, when it came to the world's standards - who am I fooling, even my standards would say she was poor. She was unattractive to the world - to me. But as I sat on the bus listening to her speak and hurriedly re-pack her belongings, it soon hit me that to God she was another person that He loved, that may need to know of His love. I discarded her and didn't even want her to sit next to me for 10 min. Why? Because she smelled, or her hair wasn't just so - or because her clothing was stained. SHAME ON ME! How shallow of me - how horrible of me. I have never thought of myself as shallow or above others. But on Thursday - I had to do a perspective alignment - my heart that morning was just as cold to this woman as the sun was warm on the outside of the bus.
Fast Forward to Friday - It was a beautiful, warm Friday evening. I had managed to get everything crossed off my "to do" list at work and I was able to leave 5 min early to catch the 5:02! That was my goal! I made it just in time. I assumed my usual spot - and prayed very few stops would be made along the way...I was itching to start my weekend and get home! Friday, I parked at a different location than usual...but that just meant getting off the bus sooner and getting home even earlier! We made it to the Hilltop in what felt like record time. By 5:30, we had worked our way to the Westgate area, and I was off the bus heading to my bright blue Vibe! There was pep in my step. We don't have dress-down days on Friday - so there I was walking down Broad Street at 5:30 p.m. - cars were filling the street. I was wearing one of my very favorite shirts, with black dress pants and my oh so cute black peep-toe slingback 2 inch heels. I was just smiling - ready for the weekend to begin! Then all of a sudden I was wobbling, my balance had left me, and the concrete sidewalk was getting closer to my face. I tried to recover - but no luck. Thud - I heard it, I felt it. There I was...purse and bag on the ground, face just centimeters from the sidewalk, my twisted legs were under me, my knees and palms were burning from the smack of the hard ground. I looked up - I was horrified. I'm here on one of the busiest roads in town at one of the busiest times, and I'm lying on the ground with my bum in the air for all who pass by to see. I slowly re-grouped, grabbing items that had fallen out of my purse/bag and started getting up. A white SUV filled with passengers slowed down to see if I was alright. I gave them a nod and a half-hearted smile to say thanks! As I was standing I could feel the "impact" in my body - my ankles were throbbing from doing the twist in those 2 inch heels. I stood there for a moment to completely regroup. I looked at my pants - no holes, that was a positive! I looked at my hands and feet - no bleeding. I knew my knees were scrapped - but I wasn't going to give Broad St. a peek at those - they just saw my bum in the air. As I was walking away a lady quickly approached me - "Are you okay?" "Yes, just a little embarrassed" "Don't worry about that - I just wanted to make sure you were okay. My husband and I saw you getting up, and he told me to come help you." "No, I'm fine. But thanks for asking." She then went on into the hardware store and I hobbled away. The pep had left my step, and I was just trying to get away. When I got to my car, I put my belongings on the passenger seat, pulled up my pant leg and assessed my new boo-boo. My knee was banged up, but nothing major - and no blood! I thanked God that my "injuries" weren't any worse... I mean those shoes alone could have caused a serious injury. I got into my car, turned on the AC, turned up the radio and proceeded home! Still kind of fuzzy about what had just happened.
As I pulled away - I couldn't help but believe, that two complete strangers would stop to make sure that I was okay. They could have looked at me through the corner of their eye continuing on with their business, or even just looking away from the situation. I again was humbled - this time I was the "different" person. I was the unattractive person lying on the sidewalk. But God used a small rock in the sidewalk to teach me a lesson, and to bring me literally flat on my face. I, like the departing lady, was just trying to get away - even though away was to the start of my weekend, I was heading somewhere. And along the way I had a minor delay - mine wasn't a slow suitcase with a busted wheel that was bulging with my belongings, rather a rock that I stepped on and landing me on the ground. I'm sure just like me, as I was lying the ground with my belongings scattered on the sidewalk - she too was embarrassed to have all of her belongings scattered on the seat next to her for the entire back portion of the bus to see. However, unlike her those around me stopped to make sure I was okay. That I didn't need help. But the departing lady - wasn't as fortunate. Instead she was judged, discarded and who knows what else happened in the minds of others on the bus. How heartbreaking! How could I be that person - I always strive to see others with Christ's eyes - eyes of compassion, that see those around me as needing a Savior and experiencing His Love & Forgiveness. Yet, that morning I looked away. How shameful of me. While I've confessed this sin to God and he has forgiven me - may I never forget the picture of the departing lady. May it never be too far back in my memory bank - may I always remember the departing lady, and may I always attempt to see those around me with Christ's eyes.
Peanut Butter Sandwich Cookies
Filling:
Filling:
For filling, in a large bowl, beat the peanut butter, confectioners' sugar, vanilla and enough milk to achieve spreading consistency. Spread on half of the cookies and top each with another cookie. Yield: 44 sandwich cookies.
For filling, in a large bowl, beat the peanut butter, confectioners' sugar, vanilla and enough milk to achieve spreading consistency. Spread on half of the cookies and top each with another cookie. Yield: 44 sandwich cookies.
