16 June, 2011

Celebration Cookies!

Last night, I made a delicious guerrilla-cooking style dinner out of leftovers in our fridge. It was fantastic, tomato, cabbage, minced beef, onion... *drool*
Afterward, I really felt a craving for something sweet though. I've had a hankerin' for oatmeal rasin cookies for at least the last couple weeks and last night I decided that the cravings could go on no longer. I must have them!!! Not just any oatmeal rasin cookies, either. They had to be just the way mom made 'em. The problem was, I was out of brown sugar (the soft, moist kind... not demerara, for all you lovely non-US folks).

I always like to shop at Lidl with my husband. I just prefer his company on most of my shopping endeavors because let's face it... he keeps me from spending money I shouldn't. Keeps my cravings at bay. Prevents unnecessary impulse purchases to a very minimum. Hooray!

So off we head to Lidl. I'm almost always a little apprehensive when I shop there. I eyeball the parking lot suspiciously, looking for my evil ex-landlords' car. This way I know how to mentally prepare myself in case of an encounter...

If you've been a long time reader of my blog, you may remember the troubles V and I had from our evil (at the time, current) ex-landlords. If you're new, I'll spare you the details and just tell you it was ugly. I posted a less than glowing review of the beastly cottage and similarly nasty situation we were living in - and they proceeded to flip out about it, making up stories about us to their lawyers, and being all-around just the normal, horrible people that they were.
Basically, we now have a mutual distaste for each other.
Ireland is small, folks. If you live in a neighboring city, town, or village, it's likely you know several of the people in each place. We live in Clondulane, which is a little village outside of the town Fermoy, and they live just outside the village of Rathcormac.

As we arrived at Lidl, and we were walking in, I failed to notice a certain vehicle in the lot and therefore forgot to mentally prepare myself. Soon after we arrived, we discovered that this particular Lidl does not stock the sugar I need, so we just had a quick stroll around the store to see if there was anything else that stood out to us that we might need. A package of hotdogs, a tub of yogurt, that was all. We headed arm in arm toward the register giggling to ourselves about nothing in particular, and who should round the frozen foods section? Half of our evil ex-landlord duo.
Without even thinking, I waved. I was in a good mood, and didn't remember quickly enough that we're supposed to loathe this person for all the crap she and her evil spawn and her evil husband put us through. I waved and smiled.
She glared icily at me.
We passed each other.
And she dropped all the groceries she was holding, after we had passed. It wasn't an armful, either. It was equal to the amount you'd carry in an overloaded arm basket (she had a box).
I felt horrible, and immediately turned around to offer to help pick up her stuff.

She waved me away and said, "not from you..."

Well... I offered anyway. At least there's that.

After we left, V and I discussed how interesting it was that we had such an affect on her. I felt bad that she dropped her groceries, but the encounter that I had been mentally preparing myself for for SIX MONTHS had happened, and I didn't even mentally prepare for it... if that makes sense.
I was mildly stressed out by the situation they caused for us back in January. It took me at least a couple weeks to get past it in my own brain... and even then, I still fought an inner battle each time I'd shop at this particular store, for fear of another confrontation.
The point I'm making is that the encounter happened, and I feel fine. V and I had a little laugh about how silly things can seem so big at one time, but after a while they just fade away.
I had expected to feel resentment for her. I had expected to want to punch her in the boob. I felt none of this, and in fact I wanted to help her.

Honestly, it feels good proving to myself that somehow, we got past that time in our lives and it no longer holds any sort of control over us. I mean, it shouldn't have anyway - but because it was such an awful several weeks, it stayed with us for longer than it should have. Last night, seeing her showed me that I am finally over it. It feels sooo good.

The oatmeal rasin cookies I made were definitely for more than a craving at that point. They were a celebration!! I'd love to share that celebration with you.

What you'll need:
  • 3/4 cup butter, softened
  • 1 cup packed dark brown sugar
  • 1/2 cup caster (white) sugar
  • 1 tsp. baking powder
  • 1/4 tsp. baking soda
  • 1 tsp. ground cinnamon 
  • 2 eggs
  • 1-1/2 tsp. vanilla
  • 1-1/2 cups all-purpose flour
  • 2 cups dry oatmeal
  • 1-1/2 cups raisins (or sultanas)
Preheat oven to 375 degrees F. In a large-ish bowl, beat butter vigorously with a whisk until light and fluffy. Add brown sugar, regular sugar, baking powder, baking soda, and cinnamon. 
Beat/whisk until combined. Beat in eggs and vanilla. Stir in the flour, at this point you'll need a sturdy spoon and a strong arm. Once flour is all combined (once you see no more white) stir in rolled oats.
Drop dough by rounded teaspoons onto a greased cookie sheet. Bake 7-11 minutes until done (depending on your oven... our various ovens have had success anywhere from... 7-11 minutes).



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