I think that it’s best to stick to simple recipes, with as few ingredients as possible. Prepare a recipe with a hundred different flours, various starches and additives and often the result is usually something that tastes like it should be slathered against a slab of concrete block and used to build a house.
Taste is a major reason why I’ve kept this recipe (and all of my other GF recipes) as simple as possible while sticking to the traditional way of making oatmeal cookies.Gluten-free doesn’t always mean healthy, so I’m letting you know that these cookies have a bit of sugar.But, of course, you were not planning on eating these too often anyway, unless you have the metabolism of a hummingbird. If not, stick to one. Two maybe fine, as long as you plan on doing more than one push-up the rest of this year.
¾ cup rice flour
¾ cup quinoa flour
1/4 tsp. xantham gum
2.5 cups Irish style Organic cooking oats
1/3 cup Organic granulated sugar
1 cup of light brown sugar, packed
1 tsp baking soda
¼ tsp. fine sea salt
1 cup salted Grass-fed/GMO-free butter, softened
3/4 cup raisins
2 Organic brown eggs
2 tsp vanilla extract
1 tsp. ground cinnamon
¼ tsp. ground nutmeg
Preheat oven to 350°F and line a baking sheet with parchment paper.
In a medium bowl, combine sugars, vanilla, eggs, butter, brown sugar and beat until creamy.
Next, stir in flours, oats, xantham gum, baking soda, raisins, and cinnamon.
For larger cookies (see pictured): Drop 4 large tablespoons of dough, per cookie, onto the baking sheet.
For smaller cookies: Drop 2 large tablespoons of dough, per cookie, onto the baking sheet.
When I was a kid, I used to hear adults say, “Life doesn’t happen until your 50.” So, what, do you just wait around until your 50 and just say, “Okay! Time to start living?” Why is it like that? It’s weird. Is 50 years the amount of time one needs to get over all of the fears, anxieties, stress and dumb shit society likes to shove down our throats with the adage, “This is what the real world is like, sweetie. Get used to it.” Is 50 years enough time to really start figuring out who you are?
Of course not.
I know a lot of people who’re over 50 who’re depressed, angry, lost. They keep chugging away at a life they hate because they have responsibilities. A mortgage, insurance, a car note, credit card bills. But, each day they live seems to be devoted to these responsibilities, and it’s strange that they’ve devoted do much time and energy to these things and they’re not happy. What are responsibilities worth in the context of one’s life? Is it right to keep doing something even if it’s destroying you? Do you keep doing something you don’t like and then at the end of the day need to escape from because it is what you have to do. When these people were kids, did they say to themselves, “Boy, I sure do look forward to being 50K in credit card debt and paying 2K a month on a car I can’t drive whenever I feel like it ’cause I’ve got two days off and gas expenses cut into my ability to eat!” I don’t live like this, it’s just an example. And, I’m not trying to shame people who live this way. I’m just confused. What I’m trying figure out is how does it get like this? What do these responsibilities mean in the context of your life’s meaning or purpose? And, if at the very least these things are purposeful to you, shouldn’t you be, if not happy, content?
Many nights like this one, I stay up, thinking. I think about my realizations, aspirations, completing tasks ,all of the shit I want to do but also need to do that’ll get me towards my goals. These things don’t feel like things I have to do. They’re things I need to do and yet they don’t have the weight of say paying bills or exercising every day. I kind of envy those people who are able to wake up each day and going into it having figured out how they want to live their lives. They discover and learn with an enthusiasm of a puppy discovering a snail. It’s dope as hell. I’m trying to live like that, though hoping not to try, mostly just doing. I’d like to be lucky enough to be so good at living that I don’t find myself fifty years down the road waking up to a bunch of terrifying epiphanies. I’m talking about shit that you want to have realized in you late 20s and 30s or whatever, the shit that’s fixable and doable so that living feels constant as oppose to a burden.
Does it make me incredibly lame if I don’t want what other people have? Does it make me lazy that I don’t want responsibilities outside of what I want to do? I mean, of course there’s rent, phone bill, food, and health insurance, but I have just enough of those things where anything more would feel covetous, greedy. I’m happiest being independent of unnecessary things. It’s in those take-a-deep-breath moments when I’m able to reestablish that my life is not as bad as it seems, difficult at times but I adjust. Trying to figure life out is way harder than actually living. You think you never sort your shit out, but yeah, eventually you do. You just drop the useless garbage, start clean and laundry fresh.
I think it’s best to try and rid your life of the idea that being be an adult is terrible. If you can’t get rid of it, at least try and lessen your anxieties around it. The idea that growing up and growing older is the worse can kind of ruin you. It can make you look at your life, at yourself, as a failure. You’ll spend so much time focusing on what you like that you’ll try and make up for it in things that ultimately tie you down to a way of life you don’t want. And yeah, there are things about life the S-U-C-K. Getting sick/ill sucks. Having to exercise everyday sucks. Dying definitely sucks, but even before that even happens you’ll have a good 80-100 years (Modern medicine, rules!) of your life where you can kick ass.
So, dismissing your aspirations and all the things you want to do is a no-go! Don’t go out and take on a bunch of things that you don’t want but think you need to appear a success. Be the weirdo that likes to spend time creating, doing and accomplishing instead of accruing, obtaining, and possessing. Trying to figure out who you really are isn’t lame or lazy. Allowing yourself to grow is not a fail.
And learning to love yourself. Because self-care is an awesome thing. It’s also an under-utilized thing. It’s the difference between eating a bowl of ice cream because you’re stressed, and eating a bowl of ice cream because it’s a nice day out and you want to enjoy it while sitting on the porch barefoot. The latter one will make you fall in love with being alive.