Confusion cookies
One of the reasons I married a professor is that I never quite understood anything in college, and hoped he’d fix that. I never understood, for instance, what an 18 year old person could possibly say about Shakespeare that hadn’t already been said, and much better, by several thousand other people.
And I wish someone had explained a little more about historiography: how to think about history. Who even knew that there was a “great man” theory? For me, history was always just a bunch of trees. I mean, I totally got what a thesis statement was. And I totally got that “facts” didn’t mean much just by themselves. But I never knew how to put them together, not really. And I always knew I didn’t know. Argh!
Even now, I still find myself very confused by things that don’t seem to give anyone else a bit of pause.
Maybe I should ask the professor’s mother for a refund?
I had a four-hour long interview yesterday, at the same place where I’d already had a 2-hour long interview the week before (which would have been even longer, had not my daughter’s school called…) And I’m very confused.
The only next-thing-to-do is make cookies. Obviously. Even if it is practically the middle of the night. And also to find the least complicated and yet most delicious recipe I can. So, Tada! Here it is, only three ingredients, and these are truly
The Best Peanut Butter Cookies Ever
1 cup peanut butter
1 cup sugar
1 egg
Mix. Drop on greased sheet, do the criss-cross fork thing, and bake at 350 degrees for 13-15 minutes.
If one insists on complicating even this, one can double the recipe. Use crunchy instead of creamy. Use only ¾ cup sugar. Add a tsp of vanilla, or soda (both utterly unnecessary, I assure you)
((Next up: How (not) to self-medicate with food!!))
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