Brown Butter, Chocolate Chip and Oatmeal Cookies

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I have a question for you.  Well, before I pose my question I would like for you to excuse my ignorance, and Jon’s ignorance for that matter, for he is perplexed as well.

The question:  Why do we refrigerate our eggs in the United States?

I have most certainly not been to every country in the world, but enough to where I have seen a trend, a.k.a. no one refrigerates their eggs… except for us, the Americans.   We love them so very much refrigerated that we buy them already refrigerated in the supermarket and it wouldn’t surprise me to know that they come to the supermarket in refrigerated semi-trucks.
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Sprinkle Cookie Sandwiches with Dulce de Leche

Holy Mackerels, it only took me four and a half months to get back on the cooking/blogging bandwagon.   But, with that said, I couldn’t be more thrilled to be once again baking and hopefully cooking for my fellow readers.  Are you guys as stoked as I am about this?  Ok, ok, now simmer down, no need to touch the roof with your jumping.

Here’s the story, when Jon and I decided to leave to Paraguay via the Peace Corps the one thing I was saddest to leave behind was this here little cooking blog.  (In addition to our friends and family, of course.) You guys would ask me “What is going to happen to your lovely blog when you go?”  I, unfortunately, would have no answer.

Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that Paraguay was baking heaven.  I can find every baking related ingredient in the grocery store.  Including the biggest bag of beautiful multi-colored sprinkles you could ever imagine for $2.  There is also dulce de leche in big, big buckets.
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Easter Bunny and Egg Sugar Cookies

I ran.

Yes, I know, it’s truly shocking.  So much so that I broke down into tears after I finished the race.  I was overwhelmed and elated.

For as long as I remember I have always been impressed by runners.   Folks that are willing to go through the pain and hardwork to achieve that final goal.  There is the resolution on their face, their pumping arms, their outstretched legs.

During my first year as an AmeriCorps with Habitat for Humanity in our small bio’s I wrote, “I love runners” as my final statement about myself.  Yet, I had never ever ran, I couldn’t get myself off the couch, I just observed in awe from afar.

In high school we had the infamous mile run, man I hated and dreaded that day.  It was so awful that once at the end of the run I told my friend that I had never seen the grass turn neon green before, she kindly told me the grass was not neon green and steered me towards the nurse.
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Cranberry Chocolate Chip Biscotti

This most certainly is not a parenting blog.  And I most certainly am not a parent.  This is very evident when you compare my pinterest to my sister-in-law’s pinterest which is chock full of fun, cute children crafts.  But, with that said, in my current temporary job I nanny different children in their respective homes.  Meaning, everyday I drive to a new location and watch a child whom I am a complete stranger to.

This little job has given me some major insight into how parents operate.  Let me rephrase that: how differently parents operate.

First, let’s talk changing diapers. Some people use changing tables, others just use a pad and do it on the floor, others on the bathroom counter, and then there are the ones that get their diaper changed while the toddler stands.
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Homemade Oreos with Strawberry Cream Cheese Filling

Seattle got snow, like lots and lots of snow.  Like snow that wouldn’t stop falling from the sky.

Snow equals madness in this city, cars spinning out, buses stuck up on hills, and all schools closed.  I trekked out in the snow and walked to my various work sites on Wednesday and Thursday. Driving was not an option, unless you never want to see me ever again.  Please don’t tell me the truth.
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