Seven days ago, I moved here, but I was a little put off that It didn’t instantly feel like “home”.
So I* unpacked. I* cleaned. I* unpacked more. I* built a little garden. I* set up a grill. I* bought some stuff to make my house feel more like home.
**I = me, my mom, my dad, and/or my niece in all these sentences. I’m just being lazy. This should come as no surprise.
And now, today, a week later, I finally feel like I am home when I am in my house.
I even feel like I am home when I am not at my house. It must be that small town thing rearing its ugly head.
Case in point: One of the first things I did here was get my library card. That night, I went online and requested about 6 books through the inter-library loan system. Yesterday, I got a call that some were in and when I went there to pick them up, not only was my neighbor (the librarian!) behind the counter, but my other neighbor was returning books.
You’re going to get hammered with book reviews soon. That’s a promise.
Did you catch that? My neighbor is the librarian. How perfect is that?
I am pretty stoked about my books, but I am in the middle of another one right now (see? Told you; expect a review soon), and it is taking all of my self restraint to not pick up that Summer and the City book right now.
Carrie Bradshaw, the younger, is calling to me from the bookshelf…
Note to self: DO NOT go out in public looking ratty and disheveled. People you know will see you.
Or maybe I don’t care about that.
As a simple, small-town girl now, I need to develop simple, small-town tastes. Like those glasses up there.
Like cookies. Meringue cookies.
Nothing is more simple, more small-town (huh?), more easy than meringues.
Unless you live in the mountains in Arizona. Then making meringues is the complete opposite of simple, yet you will try and fail miserably many times before admitting defeat. (You = me, in case you missed that.)
I’ve actually made two different batches of these, but I only took a photo of the first (ahem*slightlyburned*) batch you see above.
But when one wants cookies and one doesn’t want to take photos of said cookies, one must recycle photos from the previous (successful) meringue cookie recipe.
Because one is resourceful (code for lazy….again, you are so not surprised.)
I did it differently this time though.
I used the same vanilla meringue recipe and technique, because there is just something about squirting meringue out of a ziplock into little poo-shaped balls of fluff that makes me happy.
And if that is wrong, I don’t want to be right.
The only part I did differently was during the baking. Normally, you bake meringues at about 200-250 degrees for a long-ass time.
That’s fine and dandy (if you have an oven that reads a reliable temperature, which I do not), but then I found a recipe for “forgotten” cookies. You pre-heat the oven to 350, put the cookies in and immediately turn off the heat, and then *pouff*, you forget about the cookies. For at least 2 hours. Or overnight. Whatever.
Any moron (i.e. me) can do that.
Except that I slightly burned the first batch. However, the second batch, to which I added 1/4 tsp ground ginger (oh how I love you, ginger), was perfection.
They are everything a meringue cookie should be (crispy, light, airy, sugary) and nothing like the crap that I tried to make in the mountains.
I am HOME.
What makes you feel at home?
Don’t forget to email me a link and a photo of your BEST cookie recipe ever, and I’ll add it to the cookie round up post.