Tuesday, July 1, 2014

That’s My Kid

We all do it. We say we don’t, that we’re above it but puh-lease. We all play a version of the “mine is bigger than yours” game. As parents it often translates to “my kid is tougher than yours”. You know what I mean, the one-up-manship that ends with you wondering “why, exactly, did I want to win that one?” I understand the pride involved in bragging about our kids’ accomplishments, but I’m a little fuzzy on the competition that revolves around having the most challenging child.

Yet I’ve been there many times, one parent says “my kid. . .” and the next parent says “you think that’s bad, well my kid. . .” and on it goes and on it goes.

Well, back off folks, awards have been bestowed, the queen has been crowned, the title is taken. Let me clear it up for you right now; I win. The answer to the question “who the hell would do that?” is this: that’s my kid.

That's My Kid - Baking In A Tornado

When you see photographic evidence of a kid taildropping his classroom desk (that would be jumping off of it on a skateboard) on the last day of elementary school?  That’s my kid!

When you go the first middle school track meet and there’s one kid at the start line without his shoes tied? That’s my kid!

When you’re informed that a house key is missing and the whole family spends the day searching until you find it in the front door from the night before? That’s my kid!

When a house key is missing (yes, again) at 2am so entrance is made through the garage door which is then left open all night long (and the GPS is missing from our car in the morning)? That’s my kid!

When the doorbell rings at dinner time because a key (no, not lost) was given to a friend? For reasons I STILL haven’t been able to figure out? That’s my kid!


Red White and Blueberry Cookies - Baking In A Tornado
Red White and Blueberry Cookies

When the phone rings at 2:00 am (yes, that’s a popular time) because a teenager takes a car he doesn’t usually drive (probably because it’s the one that has the most gas) then figures out that he doesn’t know where the button for the garage door is in this car so he calls the house from the driveway and wakes everyone up to find out? That’s my kid!

When students are told to leave their dorm room in the same condition as they got it or they’ll be charged, then on move-out day there’s superglue all over the desktop? That’s my kid!

When the lawn gets mowed in record time but then the neighbors call to ask what’s going on, you look and see that every other row was mowed and then YOU get chastised for not appreciating his artistic aesthetic? That’s my kid!

When you’re spending a lazy day on a Cape Cod beach and you’re told “don’t freak out, but look at where I just got stung by a jellyfish!” That’s my kid!

 And when you’re at a high school graduation and they announce that with 600 students they’d appreciate if everyone held off cheering until the end, but when your other kid’s name is called an air-horn blasts everyone around you out of their seats? Yup. You guessed it. That’s my kid!

I’ll take my trophy now. And the crown. Oh, and a glass of wine. Better make it the bottle.

Baking In A Tornado

Red, White and Blueberry Cookies
                                                                               ©www.BakingInATornado.com
 
Printable Recipe
 
Ingredients:
1 stick butter, softened
1 stick margarine, softened
1/2 cup sugar
½ cup brown sugar
1 egg
1 tsp vanilla
2 1/2 cups flour
1 tsp baking soda
¼ tsp salt
1/2 tsp cinnamon
½# Strawberries; rinsed, hulled and chopped
½ cup white chocolate chips
1 pint blueberries, rinsed
 
Directions:
*Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Cover baking sheets with parchment paper.
*Beat the butter, margarine and sugars until smooth. Beat in the egg and vanilla. Slowly and carefully beat in the flour, baking soda, cinnamon and salt.
*Gently mix in the strawberries and white chocolate chips.
*Very carefully and using as few strokes as possible, mix in the blueberries. Try not to break them open.
*Spoon onto baking sheets, about 1 TBSP per cookie. Bake for 12 to 14 minutes or until they are just barely starting to brown. The berries may start to leak.
*Allow to cool on the baking sheet for 2 minutes before removing to a rack sprayed with nonstick cooking spray to cool completely.
*Store in refrigerator. Bring to room temperature before serving.

38 comments:

  1. Your holiday cookies didn't let me down!

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  2. I could so win on this one but I'm not feeling competitive today. The blow horn is up there though. I might have an unfair advantage with 6 kids. 2 of my boys have given me some stories to tell.

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    1. Yeah, with 6 kids I bet you do have some stories to tell. Still, I've got the air horn . . .

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  3. I appreciate the "Don't freak out, but" part, don't you? LOL! I may want these to be be my birthday cookies (I'm a Fourth of July baby!)

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    1. Funny, the "don't freak out" part is the sign of a kid who knows his mom!

      Happy almost birthday. I know someone else whose birthday is the same day (and her older sister was born on Flag Day).

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  4. Bahahahahahaha!!!! You really have to love and embrace boys. Even at 2am. Your kid sounds (mostly) amazing :-))

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    1. Amazing. . . and entertaining. . . and OH SO trying!

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  5. How about a box of wine? Sounds like you need it.

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  6. Ha. I would not be pleased with the 2 AM happenings, as I'm usually fast asleep then...

    The cookies look amazing. I'll take a few.

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    1. Ummm, should I mention you need to bake them. I'm lucky if ours last long enough to get a picture.

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  7. Cute post. Our kids put us through all kinds of things don't they. I have a few of the early morning calls myself.

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    1. Just tell me that those early morning calls end at some point, OK?

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  8. I love your kids! This is so funny and you are going to laugh about it with your kids when they have their own children. :) Love the recipe too.

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  9. Frantically tamping down the compulsion to tell you about MY kid! I've got to admit, though...yours is pretty inventive too. :)

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    1. See? What is it with us that this is a real competition? Oh, I'm sure you've got your share of stories too!

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  10. I'd say let's make it two bottles! And when it comes to kids-ah, we could compare notes. I do think ours would have gotten along well. Mine is now leaving for China and I'd be more than happy to take 2AM calls... As long as it is good news!

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    1. Wow, I'm upset that my younger one's going off to college. But China? You win. I'll share my wine.

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  11. Funny!! So the signs of you winning the "That's My Kid" title started early then? Good to know!

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    1. Oh yeah. Once they learn to talk? It's on!

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  12. Baahahaha, I could have sworn the person blasting the air-horn was you..!
    Thanks for making me smile on a rainy day at the office :-)

    PS: My contribution to the competition:

    Within 24 hours my son did the following:
    1. Stopped walking and told me to stand still, too. Why? "I love you sooo much, and I want to hug you!"
    2. Gave me the finger for not allowing him to take a dozen hockey sticks to show & tell for the 2nd or 3rd time

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    1. Oh yikes, you have your hands full. Maybe some day I'll be turning my crown over to you.

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  13. Yes ma'am I do believe you take the cake. I have stories and have friends with them, but you my dear...well your boys are a breed all amongst themselves. :) How proud you must be and here's a CASE of wine, with college being the "party" years, you may need it.
    ROTFL love these stories! Do not color your hair, you earned EVERY one of those arctic highlights :D
    Dawn
    Spatulas On Parade

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    1. HA, the arctic highlights may very well take over!

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  14. Boy was I off on my guess! I thought this would be a cocktail! Sharing on my page <3.

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  15. Ah, I finally found bottom. You have so many followers that want to help you out. I could compare kids. Well if you can top Thanksgiving Day, company in and the children out for a walk, a knock on the door and a policeman is at the door. My oldest has jumped into a mud hole. Firemen have been called to use their hose to wash the mud from around his legs. He was stuck in the mud.

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    1. Now that is funny. I'm afraid I still have a few stories that could beat that one too. I've even got a Thanksgiving story too. We may need to keep playing this game.

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  16. I'm beginning to realise just how tame my kids were.
    Did you notice those cookies in the photo are smiling?
    The ones at the back of the plate. Blueberry eyes on top, strawberry tongue in a smiley mouth.
    They're happy cookies!

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    1. Funny, I hadn't seen the smiling cookies until you mentioned them.

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  17. Heehee! Okay. You win. Actually, you had the title after the whole desk-dropping incident! :)

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  18. Hey, he may be a nut, but he sure seems like an awesome nutty kid to have... and Oh YUM on those cookies!

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    1. Yeah, but sometimes you feel like a nut and sometimes you wish life was just a wee bit less stressful!

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  19. I pinned these cookies, but haven't had a chance to make them. We've had a heat wave, and the kitchen is just too hot for baking!
    I mentioned you on my blog today Karen - just thought you might like to know!

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    1. I know, it's too hot for baking here too. Somehow that hasn't completely stopped me, though.
      Thanks for the mention, I'll stop by and check it out.

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