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What do you get when you cross chocolate chips, pistachios, brown sugar and sea salt? Hit this link. It about captures the scene 30 minutes ago.
Lori @ Donna & Diablo shared the recipe with me for “Dark Chocolate, Pistachio & Hickory Sea Salt Cookies.”
Lori’s email: ”Sounds like you had a tough week Dave. These will help…but be forewarned, you’ll find it difficult to stop at one.”
Really Lori. Ya think? My hands were trembling after I cleared one plate of cookies. I had to pull up and walk away.
Recipe below. (Warning: No substitutions, replacements or alterations to ingredients and baking instructions. Perfection is not to be messed with.)
Kick off pre-game with Stuffed Cheesy Bread:
John E. Smith @ StrategicLearner informed me in his post that yesterday was National Cookie Day. Who knew?! What John failed to mention in his post is that unlike other major celebrated holidays which last a day, this holiday is to be worshipped for the entire month (and seems to have started a few days before Thanksgiving). Let’s get started…
Image Credit: Wierdinabadway
Add one more stick of butter, and voila, perfection.
Source: Thank you Creatingaquietmind
and piping hot tomato soup…
Source: Thank you madamescherzo
Sounds like a plan for today. (Ex bra, body butter & lotion, tinted cheeks, painting nails, etc.)
Zeke, our four-year old Vizsla, has excellent hearing and smell. But not for the bird hunting discipline that he was bred for – - but for California Blue Diamond Smokehouse Almonds. From a room away, he can hear a 1/2 turn on the top of the plastic Almond container. If he’s outside and comes inside, his nose goes 911 when he sniffs a whiff of a single nut.
Zeke and I have a routine each night. He waits for Dad’s snack time before bed time when Dad and Zeke share a heaping handful of almonds. Most days, it’s one for Zeke, one for Dad, one for Zeke, one for Dad. (OK, sometimes Dad cheats on the allocation when Zeke isn’t looking. OK, OK, more than sometimes.)
Zeke wolfs down his Almond without breaking his eye lock with Dad. No chewing. Straight down the gullet. 1 Almond. 2 Almonds. 3 Almonds. Same pattern. He gives me the same desperate look that he might miss out on his share if he breaks his stare. (Those eyes are telling me that he knows that I’m cheating him out of his allocation.)
I proceed to tell him that “maybe you should chew your almonds and enjoy them rather than just scarfing them down without tasting them – maybe you won’t keep begging for more.” (I’m no different that you other dog owners. I believe he understands me but he just doesn’t want to cooperate.)