It ought to be a delicious, hearty skillet full of things like vegetables and potatoes and sausage. Maybe it has an egg on top, or some cheese melted over it. You can picture it, right? So can I, but it’s not what was in my skillet dinner the other night.
My skillet dinner was actually dessert.
Yes, I skipped the whole dinner thing altogether and just made, and ate, dessert.
I blame the internet for this.
You see, one of those delicious Buzzfeed recipes came across my Facebook page and I just had to check it out. It claimed to be a three course meal, but all I saw was dessert. A giant, gooey skillet cookie.
I didn’t have a skillet.
I bought one.
It was on the list, anyway, so don’t judge me.
It was so easy. It was so delicious. It was so full of calories.
At least there were fewer calories consumed than if I had eaten it AFTER a meal, rather than INSTEAD of it, right? And there were leftovers, plenty of them. It was too rich to eat much of.
Would I make it again? Yes.
Would I have it for dinner again? Also yes.
I have no shame.
Skillet Chocolate Chip Cookie
as made by BulgingButtons
30 oz. package chocolate chip cookie dough
(original recipe said 24 oz. but I couldn’t find it)
8 oz semi-sweet chocolate chips
(original recipe said 8 oz chocolate, didn’t say what kind)
Preheat oven to 325° F
Press 2/3 of cookie dough into a 10 in iron skillet
Place chocolate on top
Roll out remaining dough, then place on top of chocolate and seal edges
That little dog makes me happier than she will ever know. She saved me when my world was fracturing. She knit us back together, the boy and me. He went from fearing dogs to loving a dog. I went from hurt and angry to focused on the absurdity of bringing a wild creature into our home with no experience. And she was wild. Those long long walks and trips to the park and weekly training sessions bonded us, all of us, and saved us.
Bright Colors
In art, on buildings, in clothing or decor – I love color. It makes me happy to see color. It reminds me of childhood and happiness and friendliness. Color is upbeat and inviting – you have to feel at least a little uplifted when you’re surrounded by color.
Digital Photo Frames
I didn’t think I would like having one of these, but I received one for a gift, and I love it. I love glancing up from my work and being transported, just for a moment, back in time. The carousel in London, my son’s sixth birthday party, an ocean view in Hawai’i, my boy and his cousins playing in the yard, me with a giant dessert at a friend’s party in Portland. How could I not enjoy that? I don’t have to dig out albums, and each of these precious memories is presented briefly enough that I don’t spend all day going down memory lane.
Good Food
Speaking of dessert… or any food really. I just love to eat. I love the flavors and textures of food. I love the memories made when sharing a meal. I love how food anchors you to a place and time, and by extension to people with whom you share those memories.
Sparkling Chandeliers
The light bouncing around seems to dance. The glitter and glow is both uplifting and soothing, particularly if the lights are dimmed. The refraction is like magic.
Campfires
The glow alone gives off comfort, but add to that warmth and the satisfying pop of the firewood and you’ve really got something. Then there’s the aroma – that scent of being outdoors that draws you near, as long as you aren’t in the path of the smoke. Finally there’s campfire food (of course). Delicious hot dogs, banana boats, and everyone’s favorite, S’mores.
Boat Rides
Going out on the water is one of my favorite things to do. I don’t care if it’s an ocean liner or a sailboat, I love going out on boats. Growing up, my dad had a sailboat, and it was great fun to sit up front and hope for waves big enough to splash over me. I feel at peace on the water. One of my favorite memories is whale watching in Cape Cod. The whales were magnificent, and the wind in my face as I stood in that coveted front position felt like freedom.
Swimming
A dip in the pool is my favorite way to cool off on a summer day. The water not only cools me, it buoys me. I feel supported without feeling constricted in any way. I float and admire the sky – then close my eyes and retreat into myself.
A Good Pen
It glides effortlessly across the paper leaving thoughts and emotions on the page. It records observations, data, and desires. It doesn’t fight the writer and it behaves exactly as it should, recording information for posterity.
First Class Airline Seats
Now granted I’ve never actually been in one, but I believe that if I ever get the chance to try one out it will make me happy. I like the idea of having a little extra space on the plane, as well as a little extra care from the crew. Getting off the place early at the end of the journey seems like a nice bonus as well.
I am now the proud new owner of several novels that I don’t know when I’ll get the chance to read. It’s all one click’s fault. Well, no, maybe it isn’t. It’s all Twitter’s fault. Nope. Not it either. Oh my gosh, it’s all my own fault.
You see, I was happily working on my latest novel for NaNoWriMo when I felt the need to look at my phone. I know. I shouldn’t have done it, however, I did.
There, by the little Twitter bird was a red circle, meaning that I just HAD to click on it to see what was new in the Twit-o-sphere. Well, reading Twitter is like eating potato chips. You can’t read just one tweet, you have to scroll down and read 47 of them, at least. And in that 47, if you’re actually following people who are of interest to you, there are several clicks that take you other places. Places like novelists’ websites, where they gush about other novelists’ new books, and tell you things like, “hey, read this book, it’s on sale for just $1.99 and it’s fabulous!”
Well, how can I NOT read this fabulous book endorsed by this fabulous author when it’s only $1.99? I do read a lot on Overdrive, which makes MOST of my reading free, but I also can’t resist a deal, and authors still get something when I buy a $1.99 book, so there’s that.
Well, one click leads to another click which then leads to another click, and before you know it I have several new books downloaded. Swell.
Now I’m not unhappy about this. I didn’t spend a ton of money, and as I said, I’m not opposed to authors earning a little something from their writing, not at all. I’m just saying that those evil geniuses over at Amazon know what they’re doing. Sigh. I just hope that someday they’ll be doing the same thing for me and my books.