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Pocket of Joy: A F* Sh* Stack of Cookies

Life's simple joys include a casserole dish filled with cookie-topped cookie bars. When you or someone you love needs to be celebrated or comforted, consider rising to the occasion with a f*** sh** stack of gooey, home-baked cookies. Here is the basic recipe in the form of spoken word art and interpretive dance: https://vimeo.com/13897452.

They aren’t fancy. They aren’t too pretty to eat. They’re just a thicc luxury, like a pile of heavy blankets with a layer of toasted, shredded coconut in the middle. I made this “cookie casserole” with a recipe from an old, worn book that my late grandmother gave me as a child, perhaps because she recognized that we both shared the love language of butter. I remember her describing decadent desserts as “gorgeous” with a beatific glow.

Sadly, my grandmother struggled with various addictions, including her sweet tooth, and her life was cut short by diabetes complications. So when I carry on the tradition of making a gorgeous f*** sh** stack of sugary, buttery bliss, I maximize the maximalist joy of its absurd abundance by sharing it with as many people as I can. I portion it up and deliver some to relatives and friends so that lots of people get a quality/quantity combo that feels special rather than regretful. This has been a lovely way to reach out and share crumbs of happiness with loved ones I still can't hug while we wait for our full vaccination IMMUNITEH to develop.

The therapeutic benefits of anxiety baking cannot be understated--for me, anyway. Some people prefer crochet, coloring books, carpentry, building tractors, really anything that gets a person into a relaxed and focused zone. For me, baking does the trick.

Both the process and the end result are more wonderful than buying store-bought sweets. If you develop a tasted for quality over quantity, you can cut back on calories while increasing the depth of enjoyment you can milk out of a soulful dessert. Savoring a real luxury satisfies the heart and soul more thoroughly than mindlessly binging on junk.

If you want to receive the sweet benefits of baking but you don't have enough people to consume healthy portions before they go stale, set aside your own helping and pop the rest in the freezer for when you need them, like when someone is sad or someone has a birthday or someone gives you a random gift and you'd like to reciprocate or someone has simply run out of home-baked cookies. Oh dear!

Fellow bakers will, of course, appreciate your baking as a sign of love, and baked goods also make excellent gifts for people who love cookies but don't have the desire or time to bake for themselves. Consumable gifts are perfect for that person who has everything and doesn't want more stuff cluttering up their space. And there are endless options for tailoring oven-baked, comforting goodies to an individual's particular preferences and dietary needs.

Good old-fashioned home-baked cookies! They're a gorgeous way to warm up a belly, a heart, and a kitchen.

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  1. This is a lovely post, and a genuine, sweet idea and all but HOLY HOT WIFEY, YOU SO SEZY!!

    Love this pic, you're so hot!

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