Oh my, it’s still hot. So download a copy of my cookie cookbook and checkout the recipe for meringues on page 70.
Now, here’s the key. Follow the recipe, but instead of baking them in the oven place them on your dashboard in a closed car for four hours.
On a hot day, you’ll have perfect meringues courtesy of the sun. Now that’s solar power.
Hot enough for you? How about 100 degrees in the shade? Sounds like perfect weather for “Dashboard Cookies.”
Turn to page 15 of my cookie cookbook and prepare a batch of oatmeal chocolate chip cookies.
Place the dough into the refrigerator overnight.
Remove in the morning and instead of putting them in the oven, wait for a 100 degree day.
Park your car in the sun.
Place Tablespoon sized balls of dough on parchment paper and place on your car’s dashboard.
Roll up all of your windows.
Go to work.
Come back in about four hours and enjoy warm gooey oatmeal chocolate chip cookies.
Let the sunshine in!
It took me about two weeks.
It took me about two weeks to register the scratchiness complaints.
It took me about two weeks to realize that I will never look like a pirate.
It took me about two weeks to come around to shaving my summer beard.
It took me about two minutes to realize that I look about the same with or without a beard.
It took me about two seconds to come up with this barely acceptable tag line, “Beard free, it’s still me (yessiree).”
A pretty Sunday morning. The sun was shining. The world seemed to be smiling.
My 9-year-old son Sam and I were headed to a baseball game. A quick stop for a cup of coffee and off we would go.
Walking out of the coffee shop, I saw a woman staring at her car. She looked as if she was dressed for church. Nice clothes and a large cross hanging down from her neck. Someone had parked too close to her and she could not open her driver’s side door.
Turning to me she asked, “Is that your car?”
Showing a bit of sympathy, I informed her that I was parked down the row.
Shaking her head, the grandmotherly church heading woman exclaimed, “Damn it!”
If the size of someone’s cross carries any weight, that was one curse I’m glad didn’t land on me.
Cleaning up after the dog, just seconds before the boys begin wrestling in the lawn.
Luck? No, finely tuned Parental Intuition.
#WeCanPredictTheFuture (#Sometimes) #Believe
Over the last two weekends, we’ve seen plenty of baseball. All three boys ended up playing in the Consolation Brackets of their baseball tournaments.
Many a win. Many a heartache. Much to work on, but one thing more than any other became apparent. Before next season, all of my children will learn the difference between “consolation” and “constellation.” I can see it in the baseball stars.
Out the door by 6:30AM, my 12-year-old son Jacob and I were driving to his Saturday morning baseball game.
Transitioning from one song to the next, the DJ on the radio said, “What fast food chain ranks the highest in customer satisfaction?”
Without missing a beat, I said, “My butt.”
My 12-year-old smiled and laughed.
A bit inappropriate? Certainly.
Would I have said that with his mother in the car? Certainly not.
Was it worth it to share a laugh with my preteen son? 100% worth it.
Now, that’s customer satisfaction.
Last Night. Three young boys on a rainy night. Searching for Pokemon as their father drives them around. The occasional dash into the rain and boys with wet shoes.
This Morning. Greeted by hidden wet socks stored in the car door.
If only their Pokemon ball thing could catch wet socks for disposal and/or washing. If only, but instead they catch cartoonish animal thing-a-ma-bobs. #TechFail
That moment when my boys unearth an old Bob the Builder stuffed toy and proclaim, “Watch out! It’s ‘Bob the Zombie!'”
“Bob the Zombie” is in the house!
Yet another reason that I will be spending tonight with one eye open…
It’s summer. We’ve grown a little lax on the bedtime.
It’s 9:41PM. I just (finally) got all of the kids to bed.
Today, I “officially” tried to start cutting back on my caffeine. Down from about 8 cups of coffee per day to two.
It’s 9:41PM and my caffeine-o-meter is in the red.
It’s a cool summer night. My eyes are growing heavy. 9:41PM appears to be my new bedtime.
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