Preacher Cookies

Obviously, something is taking up a lot of my time, and it's not cooking. It is wedding season. I have been to my fourth wedding so far this year, and last three were within the past week. As exhausted as I am, I am still on cloud nine from reuniting with friends over the past two weekends. I see friends one or two at a time fairly regularly, but nothing compares to having everyone in one place. These have also been excuses to get dressed up--a far cry from my uniform of athletic shorts and t-shirts--and ditch the messy bun. It's a tough, tough life, but someone has to go...eat great food...dance to the oldies...and spend a little time on the lake recuperating from all of the dancing, eating, and socializing. It's truly, truly agonizing.

It's so hard to believe that we have been out of college for two years. Whenever my friends and I get together, no matter how infrequently, we seem to have just as much fun as we did in college, so that's proof that we have all changed at the same rate...or we are still equally as immature as we were before we had real responsibilities. I certainly don't feel any older than I did when I graduated college, and I don't act any older, that's for sure, other than the fact that I now pay for insurance. (BOO). 

One of the girls I lived with second year got married the weekend before last. There wasn't a detail that went untouched--from the band, to the food, to the transportation, to the favors (family recipe snicker doodles of which I think I had three bags and pickles from the groom's side). No one was surprised that everything was perfectly planned, because she was the extremely responsible, organized roommate who always knew what was going on and kept us on track. When I saw the timeline for the weekend down to the minute, I remembered who was getting married and realized I should have expected that!

This girl is also the friend that would be there for you no matter the time or situation. She's so selfless that when I asked her what type of wedding dress she wanted, she said, "I've never thought about that. When I think about my wedding day, I was always looking out at everyone and everything...not down at myself and what I was wearing." I guess she finally 'looked down' and figured out what she wanted, because she looked absolutely beautiful.

A couple of months ago--see how good of a friend I am in return--she requested the recipe for these cookies and suggested I make them for the blog. I didn't have the time then to make them, but I did send her the recipe, so cut me a little slack. I made them when we lived together; everyone in that apartment--all six of us--loves peanut butter. Like many things I make, they are embarrassingly easy. Here I am, two months later, finally getting around to fulfilling her request.

I am sure you have had these before, but they are great to make when you don't have much time, when your oven is broken, when you don't have eggs, and/or when someone is gluten intolerant (just make sure your oats are certified gluten free). I'm not sure why they are called preacher cookies, but if I were a preacher's wife (I'm sure she's likely to do the baking for the shut-ins, the sick, the friendless, and the needy), I'd make these all of the time for the above reasons.

Pesto

Summer is here--well not according to the calendar, but according to the thermometer...

The community garden is alive and well...for now--I'm supposed to be keeping an eye on it for the summer, so it's only a matter of time before things go south. The basil crop is out of control; I cut a gallon bag of basil and didn't even make a dent. I left with about $15 of basil while it only cost $5 to buy into the garden. Now, that's an investment!

I lived in the sorority house during my third year, and the catering service would make a creamy pesto and pea pasta salad--pesto mixed with mayonnaise, whole wheat penne, and peas. Everyone went crazy over it. There were always girls crowded around the bowl of pasta, and in the rare event that there was anything left from lunch, it got devoured as a late-night snack circa 2:30 am.

Pesto is a simple, fresh way to add a ton of flavor to anything--use as a spread on a sandwich, toss with pasta, add to your pizza (mix with the regular pizza sauce or add to a white pizza), add to your spaghetti, spread on a crostini and top with parmesan, or brush on chicken before baking and wrap with bacon and top with crumbled feta. Toss it with tortellini, cherry tomatoes, cucumbers, onions, and broccoli for a crowd-pleasing pasta salad. It will be the hit at any cookout you go to this summer, and you don't have to worry about a dairy-based pasta salad spoiling.

I tossed this batch with brown rice--I needed something gluten-free--and served it room temperature as a side--not too shabby. With the leftovers, I tossed in steamed peas and sliced grilled chicken.

If you are fortunate enough to have a ton of basil on your hands, make the pesto, and freeze it for times when you don't have such fresh ingredients on your hands. It will add nice, springy flair to a winter evening when only a comforting bowl of pasta will do. Such nights seem far, far away as we are hitting record temperatures all over the nation this week...

3 cups fresh basil leaves, washed and removed from stems
1/3 cup toasted pecans (or pine nuts (the traditional choice) or walnuts)
1/3 parmesan, shredded or grated (I left this out)
juice from one lemon (I had to cheat, because I didn't have a fresh lemon on hand)
olive oil, enough to bring it together
2 cloves of garlic (next time I will try roasted garlic for a more mellow flavor), sliced
salt and pepper to taste

Add all ingredients, reserving the oil, to a food processor and pulse. Add the oil through the spout of the food processor with the motor running. This will help everything some together and keep from separating.

Serve as you desire!