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.
2 cups sugar
1/2 cup milk
1 stick butter
1/4 cup cocoa
1 t vanilla
1/8 t salt
1 cup peanut butter (plus a little more for good measure)
3 cups old-fashioned oats
Bring the sugar, milk, butter, and cocoa to a boil for about three minutes. Remove from heat, add vanilla, salt, and peanut butter.
Add the oats. Drop by desired size onto parchment. When they have cooled completely, store them in an airtight container...or just devour them and skip the container!
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