I awoke today, to rain, grey skies, and lots of wind; so, pretty much a perfectly cozy Monday in my book. I made Martha Stewart's recipe for granola cookies, for breakfast. Elizabeth made, and posted a picture of them on her blog a couple of weeks ago, and since then, I've made them four times. Really, really good.
1/2 cup coconut oil
1 cup packed light-brown sugar, I cut this back to 1/2 cup
2 large eggs
1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
1 1/4 cups all-purpose flour, I use King Arthurs gluten free flour.
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon coarse salt
1/2 cup rolled old-fashioned oats
1/4 cup ground flaxseeds, I use chia seeds. No grinding needed.
1/2 cup pepitas (hulled pumpkin seeds)
3/4 cup large unsweetened coconut flakes
5 ounces bittersweet chocolate, chopped (about 1 cup)
1 cup dried cherries or cranberries, I've used dried blueberries too.
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Beat oil and brown sugar in a bowl on medium speed until well combined, about 3 minutes. Beat in eggs and vanilla. Add flour, baking soda, and salt; beat until combined. Stir in remaining ingredients until well combined. Refrigerate dough until firm, about 1 hour.
Drop heaping tablespoons of dough, 2 inches apart, onto parchment-lined baking sheets. Bake until golden, rotating sheets halfway through, 13 to 14 minutes. Let cookies cool completely on a wire rack before removing from sheets. Cookies can be stored at room temperature up to 2 days.
Coffee and crafting this morning.
Ahhhh, I love my grey wall. I also love living in the woods. It means I can go outside and cut down branches and vines to make arrangements with. Bittersweet, the perfect autumn plant. Everything looks so much better against a color that has a bit of grey in it.
That's the arrangement against a creamy yellow wall, and here it is against my grey wall.
I've admired this pillow from Pottery Barn for a couple of years now, and today, tried to replicate it...with the assistance of Oliver.
I think I'll give it another try, next time I have some alone time.
The saga of my dresser.
I ordered the terribly expensive knobs from Anthropologie; they were to be my birthday present, since I returned the handbag. The knobs arrived quickly, and were returned just as fast. They were beat up, with chipped mother of pearl, and looked awful. I wrote Anthopologie, explained why I was returning them, and that I felt I shouldn't be charged for shipping since they were damaged. Eleven emails later, I'm hoping they got it straight. Customer service is really lacking.
I found some knobs at World Market, that I thought would work, but along with being a bit too shiny, they have a center, metal medallion, that is really sharp, and has snagged my clothing as well as my fingers. You guessed it, they are going back too.
I put the original, unpainted knobs back on, and think I will stick with them. I like the contrast between the paint and the wood.
This boy. He loves watching the coffee brew. More accurately, he enjoys figuring the mechanics of the coffee pot.