Giant Potato Chip Cookies

The E.I.C. and the kids went to the Lions Book Fair this morning. Clutched in herself’s hands when she emerged is a new cookbook called Cookies! A Cookie Lover’s Collection. This american cook book looks to be a real winner. I mean how can it not be when you have 26 different recipes for chocolate chip cookies. Yes that’s right 26 recipes. Nom Nom Nom….

One that caught my eye is Giant Potato Chip Cookies, a chocolate chip cookie with chippies in them…

Giant Potato Chip Cookies

1 cup (250 mL) granulated sugar

1 cup (250 mL) packed brown sugar

1 cup (250 mL) vegetable shortening

2 eggs

2 teaspoons (10 mL) vanilla

2 cups (500 mL) all-purpose flour

1 cup  (250 mL) uncooked old-fashioned rolled oats

1/2 cup (125 mL) crushed potato chips

1 teaspoon (5mL) baking powder

1 teaspoon (5mL) baking soda

1 cup (250 mL) miniature candy-coated semisweet chocolate pieces (mini M&Ms)

1/2 cup (125 mL) chopped mixed nuts

Heat oven to 250 F(180 C). In a large mixing bowl combine sugars, shortening, eggs and vanilla.  Beat at medium speed until light and fluffy.  Add flour, oats, potato chips, baking powder and baking soda. Beat at low speed until soft dough forms. Stir in chocolate pieces and nuts.

Drop dough by 1/4 cups (40 mL) 3 inches (8cm) apart onto un-greased cookie sheets. Bake for 13 – 16 minute or until golden brown. Cool for two minutes before removing from sheets.

Family · Ruminations

Where the EIC attempts a post…

First real day of the holidays here at the farm, Michael’s off doing the weekly big city trip to earn some dosh and I’m on school holiday duty 🙂

Luckily its a beautiful day, sun shining, birds tweeting.  The frost didn’t lift until 10ish but we spent the morning inside making clay creations to paint tomorrow.  With the sun out we then headed outside.  Me to the garage to sort out the wood for later, and  the boys to play nicely on the deck and on the tramp until….

Smallest TBT (who is prone to nosebleeds), leaned over the tramp to get something, slipped and cracked his nose (of course) on the metal frame.  Tears and blood everywhere.  Now that the bleeding has stopped (for now..) you can see the bruising and swelling.  So only day 1 and already one of our children look like a pin-up child for bad parenting! Darn.

Largest TBT has spent the last hour quietly emptying our pantry into himself.  Its like watching a force of nature 😉

Hopefully our afternoon is lovely and uneventful, but I’ve got to admit our track record for that kind of day isn’t flash  (cue scary music)




The Latest Spam Email Telling Me About My Lottery Win Is A Real Pearl…

So much so that I present it here 😆


I write to confess what you are presently going through with my Boss. I was a member of the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) on Local and Foreign Debt attached to the World Bank office in Washington, DC, USA. I resigned my official duty when I discovered the activities of my colleagues during a private investigation I carried out. I suspected some kind of foul play in their act which they would never inform me because they know I would never be a party to such as a Christian.

I discovered that my Boss was conniving with some top officials of the World Bank to divert funds approved to settle Lottery winners, International contractors and Inheritance. The World Bank has already given approval for the payment of your fund while they are deliberately delaying your payment. They continue to issue one fee or the other from different quarters. I wonder why you haven’t noticed all this while. I can assure you this will keep happening if you do not do away with those officers.

Well I just hope you believe me, because if you don’t, your fund is gone. Your fund is currently authorized to be paid to you from a financial consultant in the UK or US, approved by the World Bank with a Key Tested Reference/CLAIMS CODE Number, which was supposed to have been issued to you, but they have decided to divert your attention by telling you that they have something to do with one committee or the other especially here in UK or Africa and making you believe that the fund will be transferred into your account – FALSE!

The reason why I am giving you this information is because of the fact that I was aware of it and my doctrine does not permit me to withhold such information. The only help you can get from me now, is the actual link to your payment, please do not give this information to my boss as it may lead to them influencing a total blockage to your payment, so you have to be very careful with this information.

Upon your response to this message, I shall give you all you need to contact the affiliate Payment Office in UK or US.

 Yours truly,

Humour · Information

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I don’t know whether to be amused or horrified at the top searches that have brought people to this blog….

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Family · Writing

Racing The Bell By Tom

Storytelling seems to run in the family. 🙂 Here is a great little story from our eldest T.B.T.

Racing The Bell By Tom

‘Beep beep.’  Running up the hill to the bus,

 “Wait!!”  I yell, but just as I got to the top ‘vroom’,  it’s off. Oh no!  Rush down the hill dodging  electric fences to the river, jump in the kayak,  push off.  Downstream are rapids, I’m almost tipped out,  ten minutes later I come out near a paddock,  got to get to shore I thought or I’ll  get swept into the Manawatu river.

I jump out and pull the kayak out of the water, see a motorbike,  jump on.  The keys still in the ignition, ‘whew’, rev up the engine, five minutes later gunning up the road to school. The bells about to ring .

‘Beep beep’  the bus toots, I surface out of my daydream and hop onto the bus, on the way to school I see a kayak beside the river and a motorbike at school.  Dreams eh, go figure.

The end