Why are you wearing a scarf but no pants?

So today Liza, Sean and I decided to try to make dairy/gluten/soy free cookies; we found the recipe on the Yoga Vermont Teacher Trainer’s blog:

Peanut Butter Cookies
(gluten and dairy-free)
1 ½ cups peanut butter
½ cup packed brown sugar
1 large egg white

Update: We remade these the next day! Look how good they look!
Preheat oven to 350º and line cookie sheets with parchment paper. Combine all three ingredients. Roll dough into 1-inch balls and place on sheets, spacing them about 1 inch apart. Using a fork, make a criss-cross pattern on each cookie.
Bake 12-15 minutes until pale golden and set around the edges. Cool completely on wire racks.
Yields about 2 dozen cookies.


We had two cookie sheets in the oven when Liza decided to go to sleep. For the past two days she’s been listening to the Smashing Pumpkin’s song Mayonaise and has continuously asked me what he was saying in the song. So as soon as she went in her room I pulled out my typewriter and tried to type the lyrics as fast as I could to the song. Almost done -oh no! The cookies!

They were burned. Bad. They’re still right there on the counter. cookie sheets and all.-

I made a typo because of the burned cookies, but I know that’s going to make the typed song better. We’re planning on hanging it in our living room. Liza LOVES that I typed it up for her, now they’re always there for her to refer back to. The funniest part about her loving that song:

She took all my Smashing Pumpkin songs (or so she thought) before driving to her parents house (2+hr drive) and this was her favorite out of the bunch. She looked at the song title only after she decided. Typical; she is obsessed with mayonnaise. When she recently found out she was soy intolerant she decided she would make her own mayo since there was no way she could live without it. So she does; she makes her own mayonnaise. Typical, that’s the song’s name. We all thought it was funny. I still don’t know why Corgan decided to take an ‘n’ out of the word.

There it is. Mayonaise. Typed out on our wall.