...or
“Pardon me Roy, Is that the cat that ate your new shoes?”
slave
dug out this old hand written recipe because its friend, Sir Mike,
was going to be taking a train ride. Since that is unusual in our
world today, slave thought: OK! This is how it can serve!
These
chewy snacks are flour-less cookies just filled with coconut and
oats. A great source of good carbs!
Now
in the past when one had to sit on a bumping seat for hours, (truck
drivers know this well), something happens to the lower digestive
tract. Without the “TMI”, lets just say that the combination of
oats (bulk) and coconut provide just the remedy to get things moving
again!
Yes
these are sticky, but it would not be the first time he got his
fingers sticky.
LOL!
Ingredients:
3
whole eggs
2
cups sugar
2
Tbs melted butter or margarine
¾
teaspoon vanilla
1
teaspoon salt
1
cup shredded coconut
2
cups uncooked old fashioned oats.
Left-over
slightly toasted walnuts
Directions:
Pre
heat oven to 350 degrees. Line the cookie sheets with parchment
paper. (the old recipe called for foil – which slave tried without
very good results!)
Beat
the eggs until light yellow and frothy. Add the sugar slowly as you
continue beating. At a low speed mix in the melted butter, vanilla,
and salt.
When
incorporated, take off the mixer.
With
a wooden spoon fold in the coconut and oats, stirring well to
completely mix.
Slide
parchment with cookies over onto a cooling rack to cool for about 10
minutes. You might have to persuade these off with a metal spatula.
Slave
tells you when problems arise so that you can learn to work your way
out of them. What did slave do when the cookies would not peal off
the foil?
Pop the cookie lined foil in the refrigerator for about an
hour. When the cookies were really cold, the foil could be peeled off
the cookie.
Now
this recipe makes about 36 cookies, and slave managed to save 30 of
them, so take your time.
Slave
fixed four paper towels with a touch of dish washing liquid and just
a touch of hot water. Then folded them each and put these damp towels
in a resealable plastic bag. For the trip, like I said, these will
give you sticky fingers! Please
don't try to add rubbing alcohol like those store bought kind. It
will end up with a permanent mess
and hard feelings.
Slave
hopes these will make for a fun trip! This was no big thing to make.
It used up some leftovers (coconut and walnuts) and made a nice
homemade treat. So it did not come out perfect, it was a chance to
show how to think on your feet.
Serving
can be just as easy as that! Look for small ways to help or just to
give comfort. Sir Mike certainly didn't need to take food with him on
this trip. It was the thought and effort that made the service.
Service itself is such a reward and so fulfilling. It made me feel so
good to have the chance to serve him. It made Him feel good that
someone thought about doing something for Him. Win – Win!
As
slave has said before, voluntary slavery could more appropriately be
called “joyous serving”.
socialslave
To
satisfy and restore.
To
nourish, support and maintain.
To
gratify, spoil, comfort and please,
to
nurture, assist, and sustain
…..I
cook!
Please
buy slave's cookbook:
The
Little Black Book of Indiscreet Recipes by Dan White
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00F315Y4I/ref=cm_sw_r_tw_dp_vAT4sb0934RTM
via @amazon
Oh
by the way: the “Pardon me Roy” reference at the start of this
post?
The very first time a music recording sold a million copies,
the record company RCA Victor commemorated by offering the artist
“The Glenn Miller Band” a gold plated copy. Thus starting the
practice of having a “Gold record”.
That recording was
“Chattanooga Choo Choo”
The refrain starts with: “Pardon me
boy, it that the Chattanooga Choo Choo?” This was quickly made
into a shaggy dog joke. That joke is what was referenced.
Remember it
was a different time back when they called even elderly negro porters
“Boy”.
This
video was from a film and is an extended version. The prize winning
record was less than 3 minutes long, but everybody knew the words to
a Glenn Miller Song!
No comments:
Post a Comment