Ok. It's the least I can do. My kids are really - my family. My children. If one is in pain, I have to be the mom, and I will be. They tolerate me and my weirdness, I'm certainly going to take care of them in their time of need. Please send out good vibes of love and healing (prayers if you do that) and anything else for Bella right now. We're not sure what's wrong with her, she's due for more blood tests in the next week or so. This mom is a wreck, so any divine help would sure be a wonderful thing. I can't lose another child so soon after my boy in August.
|Bella thanks you for the prayers and cuddles.|
These very much resembled my grandma's oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, w/o the chocolate chips. (I almost added chocolate chips, but that wouldn't be the idea I was after).
This time I removed the dough by tablespoon fulls (as suggested by the recipe) and placed them far apart from each-other (as they would 'grow).
Shoot, even doing this I still had cookies bigger than others, It's no wonder I failed math most of the time.
No matter. It was bake, cool, remove, check on Bella, bake (I only have one, very pathetic looking, cookie sheet so these things take time).
I ended up with 17 sandwiched cookies when it was all said and done.
It was time to move on to the cream filling.
Now, as we've discussed, Little Debbie and Hostess are practically OBSESSED with marshmallow in their fillings. It seems everything filled, from the most minute to something you wouldn't even suspect, is filled with marshmallow.
I decided against this... but made a marshmallow flavored whippy filling instead which *I* think tastes pretty dead on the original.
Each cookie painstakingly filled, and me getting frosting on my hands, and thus on top of cookies, to which point I was like - whatever.. who cares if it's on top of the cookie, I'm not selling them.
Til I had 17 little oatmeal cream pies...
(You'd think, smelling and wearing Hills A/D canned cat food practically all day and night I would have welcomed something sweet, that stuff is putrid).
I tried one.
It was yummy. It tasted like what I remember them to taste like.
At that point, it was time to wrap them up. So, I did.. and they're all in a plastic bag, in my pantry.
Waiting for someone else to eat.
Maybe I can pawn them off at my neice's speech next Saturday....
So - Vegan v/s Little Debbie - is a vegan WIN.
4 wins down, 1 to go.
Speaking of next Saturday - it's our LAST vegan v/s contest.. and I've saved the most iconic for last.
Can you guess?
You won't have to wait much longer..
Hi Ho Golden... AWAY!
Music enjoyed while blogging:
Getting Bella to eat more!